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Young American - Part 20**

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WARNINGS: Detailed description of medical procedure, mentions of blood, birthing, slight pain kink, breeding kink, breeding, daddy/babygirl dynamic, p in v, unprotected sex

WC: 9K

… JUNE …

When Harry and Y/N announced to their co-workers that they were engaged everyone was absolutely overjoyed for them. Yes, things had moved quite fast, but when you’re with the right person getting to the point that you both want is far greater than the worries and fears. They hadn’t shared with anyone their intent to move to England yet, but they were hoping to have relocated by January of the next year. Auree had organized a little engagement party for them, it was more like a dinner actually, but it had been so nice so far. Celebrating with friends was always nice.

“So when are you guys getting married?” Rosa asked with an eager smile.

“Ummm, maybe next year in the spring?” Y/N looked to Harry who nodded in confirmation.

“Oh! You’re moving it along quickly.” Rosa said and they both nodded.

“Yeah…” Harry said with a smile, “We haven’t put a date on it just yet, it really depends on how quickly we finish settling down in London, but we’re aiming for March or April of next year.” he said and then his eyes widened when he saw Rosa’s smile falter a bit at the information he had just shared unintentionally.

“You guys are leaving?” She asked and that had caused everyone else’s conversations to halt as their attention turned to Harry and Y/N.

“Ummm…yeah, that’s the plan.” Y/N responded before biting down on her bottom lip nervously.

“Why? What’s the rush?” G asked with a small frown and Harry glanced to her and she smiled softly at him before he responded.

“Well, given the situation with Y/N’s family, we ummm, we want to have as much family support as possible for when we start trying for a baby. We’re kind of eager to get started.” He explained and everyone’s expressions of concern melted into pouts of endearment.

“Oh my god!” Vy finally said and Y/N shrugged with a happy smile.

“Well we’re gonna miss you, but we’re extremely happy for you guys.” G said and Auree and Rosa nodded along in agreement.

“Well, to Harry and Y/N!” Rosa said and everyone raised their glasses to them in a toast.

… SEPTEMBER ….

“Are you sure about this?” Harry whispered to Y/N as they sat in the waiting area and she nodded with an encouraging smile.

“I’m so sure.” She responded with a smile and he nodded.They were about to meet up with Dr. Ramirez to do an ultrasound of Y/N’s reproductive system, just to check in on everything to see how everything was. “Also, it makes me nervous to do this stuff alone so I’m glad you could come.”

“Well of course I’d come!” He replied and she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

They both felt like time was moving too quickly. After really solidifying their plans they talked to Eddie about the plan to move to England and he was really understanding and assured them both that he’d try and find a way to make something work. Both Harry and Y/N were completely booked out at the LA shop until the holidays though - they were finishing up as many clients as they could and well, they were busy all the damn time. In their free time they were preparing for their move to England, things were getting sent over a bit at a time and were being kept at Anne and Hillary’s. Since this would be their last Christmas in California they decided that they needed to spend the holidays here. Anne and Hillary were actually joining them in a few weeks for Thanksgiving and through the New Year and they would help take some things back to England when they headed off.

Harry and Y/N had also talked to Julie about their plans and what started out as a joke about Julie moving across the world with them soon became a very serious thing and she had gotten in touch with immigration late in the spring. Apart from her friends and her house, Julie didn’t have much left in LA. Her only family around was Y/N and with her gone she’d feel so alone, so she did some thinking and decided that she too would make the move out to England.

“Y/N Y/L/N!” The nurse called out from the clinic entrance and she stood up beside Harry before they made their way in. It was a bit nerve-racking when they had her lay down and they put the gel and all that shit on her. Dr. Ramirez was talking to her and Harry and she was responding to her questions, but she had no idea what she was even saying. She was so in her head about all of this, she hoped that everything was good…it had to be. 

“Alright, let’s see….that’s your uterus, looking good. I don’t see any abnormalities or  causes for concern.” She shared as she pointed to the splotch on the screen. Both Harry and Y/N wondered how doctors could even tell what the hell was being projected from the ultrasound, it looked like nothing but grainy footage to their untrained eyes. “OK, here’s your right ovary.” She said and well Y/N could faintly see the structure of it as the imaging on the screen zoomed in, “These black spots are the follicles.” She said pointing to one of them and both Y/N and Harry nodded in awe, “So here you’ve got…” she paused as she counted them quietly, “I see 10 here, which is really good and normal for your age. They look to be a good size also which means the egg there is maturing well and that increases your chances of conception by just a bit more.” She explained and both Harry and Y/N nodded. “Now let’s take a look at the left side…” Dr. Ramirez said as she moved the camera over to the other side, “OK, left ovary I see…9, all of them look good as well.” She said to them with a smile. “I’d say you’ve got excellent chances of getting pregnant quickly once your implant is out.” Dr. Ramirez shared with her and Harry. Y/N felt Harry squeeze her hand at this news and she smiled up at him.

“That’s great news.” Y/N responded cheerfully.

“And if she wants the implant out, how long is that procedure?” Harry asked.

“It’s a very quick out-patient procedure. Shouldn’t take more then 10 minutes total to position it and get it out.” She shared and Harry nodded.

“So baby, what do you wanna do?” He asked her and she smiled at him.

“I think we can make an appointment to get it out.” She said to him and his smiled widened even more.

“You sure?” He asked again and she nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve never been more sure about anything.” She smiled at him and then her doctor. It was nice that he kept checking in to ensure that he wasn’t pushing her for more than she was ready for because Harry was eager to just get started. And while he knew Y/N wanted all of this with him too he wasn’t sure just how eager she was for this as well. “I mean, I think I should at least get on the pill while we settle in and stuff,” she said to Harry and he nodded.

“Yeah, don’t want any surprises.” He assured her with a chuckle.

“Perfect.” Dr. Ramirez said, “Well, I can fit you in for that in about two weeks?” She asked Y/N and she nodded.

“Yeah, that’s perfect.” She agreed and Dr. Ramirez’s nurse wrote that down, “Preferably on a Monday though, its the slowest tattooing day.” She explained and she and her nurse chuckled in agreement.

“It’s gonna be sad that you’re going but I’m really happy for you two, you seem like a wonderful couple.” Dr. Ramirez assured.

“Thank you, doctor.” Y/N smiled. Soon enough she was bidding them farewell and Y/N was left to get fully dressed again. Harry felt even more excited than he did before, they were both excited about starting a family together. And of course they could do all of this once they were in England but it was important to Harry that Y/N take care of this with a medical team she knew well and trusted and Dr. Ramirez was the doctor she’d been seeing since she had moved in with Julie. 

Two weeks later they had returned during their lunch hour to get the implant out of Y/N’s arm. She knew it was a pretty easy procedure, but she was a bit nervous about it because they’d still be cutting into her arm and she tended to be a bit squeamish about all that. 

“Baby, it’ll be fine.” Harry comforted her from his spot beside her.

“I know, I know…I just can’t see the blood.” She explained through a nervous exhale and he looked at her with confusion.

“But…you’re a girl.”

“So?”

“Don’t you deal with blood regularly?” He asked you through a chuckle.

“Yeah, but that’s different. Like the consistency is even different! This is like…really thick and like…coming out of an open wound. Even when we tattoo it’s not like this.” She explained as she swallowed thickly. Just thinking about it made her start to feel clammy and for her stomach to turn unpleasantly. She’d learned to toughen up a bit with helping Julie out, but that was mostly throw up or phlegm, not blood. 

“Right. Well just, squeeze my hand if you start to get dizzy.” He smiled and she nodded. When Y/N got this put in she’d asked Dr. Ramirez if she could wear her headphones and close her eyes, she had been kind enough to allow it. She felt better about it with Harry here and he apparently had no issues with the blood and gore, which was great because she knew that when they’d have a baby they’d probably have to see it all and having a partner who could deal with the things she didn’t have the stomach for was always a win.

“Hello you two!” Dr. Ramirez greeted them as she came into the room.

“Hi doctor.”, “Hello, Doctor!” Y/N and Harry chimed in together.

“I know you struggle with this bit so I’ll be as fast as I can.” She assured Y/N who nodded. The nurse had been in earlier to set up the tools she needed to get this done. Dr. Ramirez washed her hands well before she got some gloves on. Y/N was breathing deep and looking into Harry’s eyes to help keep her nerves at bay.

“It’s alright, baby. Just keep looking right at me.” Harry assured her with an encouraging smile and Y/N nodded.

“Alright, let’s get the little bugger up front.” Dr. Ramirez said and then felt around for the implant in her left arm. Once she located it, it took a few attempts to get it up to an easily accessible part of her arm. “Perfect, gonna sanitize the area next.” Dr. Ramirez shared and Y/N already looked away and squeezed her eyes closed preemptively. Harry had an excellent view of the area that the doctor was cleaning off. Once she had put the swab with the disinfectant mixture down, she turned her attention to the needle inside of the sterile baggy. She carefully opened it up before dipping it into the anesthetic, “And just a little prick coming up.” She warned and Y/N exhaled as the needle sunk in and the anesthetic was delivered, “You made it.” She encouraged, “It’ll be just a few moments for it to kick in.” She informed and Y/N nodded. There was a knock at the door, “Come in!” Dr. Ramirez said and the nurse walked in with a smile. “Just in time!” She said and the woman proceeded to wash her hands before also getting some gloves on. “How’s that?” Dr. Ramirez asked as she poked hard at the spot she had numbed on Y/N’s arm.

“How’s what?” She asked without looking away from Harry and he chuckled as he looked to the doctor.

“Perfect.” She chuckled, “Alright, scalpel please.” She requested and the nurse opened up the sterile packaging and handed it over, “Thank you.”. Harry watched with wide eyes as Dr. Ramirez sunk the blade into Y/N’s arm quite hard and deep, it surprised him actually. And then she pulled away once the incision was made and instantly her blood started coming up to the surface and his mouth went dry. It was so dark and thick and well, Y/N was right it was a lot. At least a lot more than he expected there to be. Then, Dr. Ramirez pressed down against the incision and he saw the little bit of the implant protrude from it and that’s when he started to see spots as his body suddenly ran cold. He let go of Y/N’s hand as he started backing up to the wall behind him and Y/N was looking at him with concern. He could see her mouth moving as his back collided with the wall and he slowly sank down it as his legs started to weaken and he blinked slowly a few times before everything went black.

“Oh my god! Doctor!” Y/N gasped and turned towards Dr. Ramirez who was just as shocked but then Y/N saw the blood seeping through the gauze that Dr. Ramirez had now pressed to her open wound and she started to see spots and her ears rang for a few seconds before everything went black for her as well.

When Y/N regained consciousness she blinked a couple of times at the bright lights in above her. She then recalled what had happened and looked around the room for Harry. She relaxed when she saw him still passed out on a cot off to the side. Y/N shook her head as she smiled to herself in complete disbelief. She started to sit up and just then the nurse was coming into the room.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” She said and Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, sorry about this. What a mess…” she chuckled and shook her head in embarrassment and the woman smiled.

“It’s alright, it happens!” She assured, “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, just fine.” She assured.

“Alright, let’s help you down and I’ll bring some cool water for you and your boyfriend.” She said and Y/N thanked her as the woman helped her down to the floor.

“Thank you so much.”

“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll be back in a second.” She assured and then hurried out. Y/N headed over to the cot where Harry was breathing slowly and she pushed his leg a bit to sit beside him.

“Baby.” She called to him as she ran her fingers through the front of his hair. He huffed and moaned softly, as he often did when he was about to wake up, “Haaarryyyy…” she sang as she patted his cheek now and he pouted as his eyebrows creased together.

“Not yet.” He muttered under his breath and she giggled.

“Baby, we’re at the doctor’s office still. You can’t stay here.” She sniggered and after she bugged him a bit more he slowly blinked his eyes open.

“Wait? Where are we?” He asked softly and with some confusion as he looked up at Y/N. The bright lights behind her were making him squint.

“The doctor’s! You passed out from seeing the procedure.” She explained with an amused grin and he frowned.

“Tha’s only ‘cause I skipped breakfast.” He mumbled.

“We came straight here after we ate lunch.” She reminded him with a smirk.

“Oh, come off it…” he said as he started to sit up and she helped him.

“I’m not laughing at you, I passed out too because I saw all the blood-”

“Just don’t…I don’t want to think about what I saw…” he said and she chuckled.

“Told you it was pretty gross.” She said and he shook his head.

“That’s an understatement. Lucky for us we don’t have to do this for a living.” He said and she giggled and the sighed.

“Baby, now I’m concerned though.” She said and he looked perplexed.

“About what?”

“About what’s gonna happen to you when I’m having our baby! I mean…there’s bound to be even more blood and lots of pain…and probably other…stuff.” She cringed at the thought, “Like…it’ll be a mess if we both can’t hang!” She said and he shook his head.

“No, no that’ll be different. Vastly different.” He assured her, “Like I’d probably be up there with you encouraging you. I’m not jumping at the opportunity to like seethe mechanics of it either, specially if you don’t want me to.” He assured her.

“Well even from up there you’ll see our bloody and soggy ass baby when it…comes out and-”

“And I will be fine!” He cut her off and she chuckled. “You were right though, there was a lot more blood than I expected for this procedure, but it was the little implant sticking out that…ugh, can’t even think about it or I will puke.” He said with an icky look on his face as he shook his head in disapproval.

“I’m giving you a hard time, baby. Thank you for coming with me for this though, feel bad now though.” She said with a soft and grateful smile and he just grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. The door to the room swung open and in came the nurse with the water she had promised Y/N.

“Sleeping beauty is back with us!” She teased with a chuckle and Y/N saw how Harry flushed a bit in embarrassment. She didn’t want him to feel bad about this any more than he already did and it was one thing for her to tease him and another thing for it to be a stranger.

“I should’ve just listened to him and we should’ve had lunch before we came here…” Y/N said and the nurse shook her head as she handed the water bottles to them.

“Rookie move, hon.” She said to Y/N.

“I know, but I just figured if I did puke for any reason it would be less messy if I didn’t eat…and Harry even missed breakfast so he had legitimate reasons to pass out, unlike me.” She sniggered and she saw Harry smile at her as she covered for him so that the nurse wouldn’t tease him anymore.

“You’re an angel for not rubbing the fact that you were right in her face.” The nurse said to Harry and he smiled as he continued running his thumb over her knuckles.

“You know, we don’t really like to do that to each other.” He said as he continued smiling right at Y/N.

“That’s definitely the right man to have babies with.” The woman said to Y/N and they all chuckled softly as she agreed with her that he was the very best. After receiving confirmation of her birth control pills being sent to her pharmacy, Dr. Ramirez did a quick check up to ensure that their vitals were normal so that they were able to head out safely. Their car ride was quiet for a bit before he turned to her at the stop light.

“Baby, thank you for…stepping in when the nurse was gonna tease me about passing out.” He said and she smiled.

“Of course, H. Only I get to joke around with you like that. Well, even anyone close to you really, not a stranger. And truly, I’m sure they were at least prepared for me to pass out, I have before when I’ve had to get a shot or blood work done.” She confessed and he pouted, “Yeah… How the hell am I supposed to watch them do that to our baby?” She questioned.

“I can do doctor duty, love. Don’t worry.” He assured.

“OK, prefect.” Y/N agreed happily. 

She liked when they talked this way with each other, so certain of what their future had in store for them. And it was nice to know that these were things they’d both wanted so badly as individuals, but coming together, knowing that your partner wanted the same things as you and valued family the same…it just made them both feel even more connected to each other. Later that evening they recounted their experience to Julie who could not stop cracking up 

“Ah…” she exclaimed as her laughing fit died down, “I love you kids, my life would be so dull without the two of you around.” Julie confessed with crinkly eyes and a big smile, “I’m glad you’re alright though.”

“Yeah, me too! At least Harry didn’t concuss himself. You like, passed out in slow motion!” Y/N explained as she laughed and Harry laughed along with her as he shook his head in slight embarrassment.

“So…does this mean that you’re thinking of having a baby soon?” Julie asked with a grin and Harry smiled.

“Ummm, yeah. Ideally this’ll happen once we’ve moved though.”

“I got the pill for now. I just wanted to have the procedure done with a doctor I knew and was comfortable with.”

“Yeah, I get that.” Julie nodded, “Well for what it’s worth, I think the two of you will be absolutely incredible parents.” She said and Harry and Y/N smiled at each other happily.

… OCTOBER …

It was the middle of the night when Y/N felt Harry pull her in towards his body. The action wasn’t all that subtle so it did stir her awake. They had only been in asleep for about 3 hours according to the clock on her bedside table. They’d gone to Oogie Boogie Bash at Disneyland with everyone from the shop and their significant others and had quite a long day. But still Harry was awake for some reason and he huffed like he did when he was upset and she frowned a bit.

“You OK?” Y/N asked softly and he hummed before kissing the side of her head before he shuffled a bit closer to her.

“Mhmm. I was just having a dream that the baby was in the bed with us and I couldn’t hold you like this anymore.” He mumbled lowly, she didn’t have to see his face to know he was pouting a bit as he told her this.

“Oh baby, you don’t have to worry about that. Co-sleeping is not an option.” She said quietly, “Like I don’t mean we can’t ever have a cuddle or anything like that with the baby in bed, but they should sleep in their own space.” Y/N assured and he smiled.

“Good.” He hummed, “Doesn’t seem safe anyway.”

“I mean, it can be done safely. But I just don’t think the benefits outweigh the problems it can bring and I’m not even including the potential hazards.” She said, now even more awake as she considered this and what she knew of the topic. It was a rather big topic for 4am so now her brain was starting to spark up.

“Are you awake awake now?” He asked and she chuckled.

“Definitely.” She confirmed and he sighed.

“Sorry, m’love.” He apologized before kissing her shoulder.

“S’alright. They’re good things to think about.” She assured him and he mumbled his agreement, “I like how we talk about this like the baby was already real or like already here.” She whispered and he smiled.

“Manifestation 101.” Harry whispered back and she smiled, “I think the more real we make them in our mind the more prepared we’ll be for them. They’ll feel that from the very start they were just wanted and loved so much, you know?” He asked her.

“Yeah.” She responded with a smile.

“I do have one condition about us having a baby though.” He said and Y/N decided to just turn around to face him despite the darkness.

“What’s the condition?”

“Well given the holiday coming up in a few weeks I realized that I want to choose the Halloween outfits for our baby until they can form their own opinions.” He said and Y/N chuckled.

“No way. No!”

“What? Why not?”

“Because! What if I have a great idea for one?”

“Well you can suggest it and I can decide if it’s good enough or not. I won’t be closed to suggestions, I just want to be the one to decide.” He explained.

“Well knowing you, you’ll have the baby dressed as like a meatball or something else equally stupid!”

“Oh my god, it’s not stupid! We have to take advantage while the baby is chubby! And it doesn’t have to be a meatball, though that was one of the options…what about a sprout? Like a Brussel spout?” He defended his idea and she cackled because she had guessed right on what kind of things he’d put the baby in if he had his way.

“Noooo! They’ll look like a lump of shit or a booger, Harry! What if we have a little girl and she looks back at her halloween costumes and she see’s herself as a meatball? Like no…she’d never forgive you and I wouldn’t either.” She expressed her concern and he sighed.

“OK, not a meatball or a sprout then…something else. What about a tennis ball?”

“What is this obsession you have with round things? Nothing round!” Y/N sighed in exasperation and he sighed.

“Baby, tennis balls are small-round, so cute! And they’re fuzzy and a cool color.” He pleaded his case and Y/N shook her head in disapproval.

“Just…go to sleep, Harry.” Y/N mumbled through a giggle.

“Baby…” he whined lowly as his big, warm hand rubbed up her hip and then down to her thigh, slow and tender.

“You can’t be serious, H.”

“I am so serious that it’s not even funny.” He spoke with such zeal into the darkness and Y/N sighed.

“One round costume. Just one.” 

“Two?” He bargained and Y/N sighed.

“Fine…but they can’t be ugly colors or food. Make it like a sun or like a little chick hatching, just something cute. Definitely not a meatball, please.” She requested. In moments she felt Harry’s lips press against her own gently.

“Fine, not a meatball.” He responded against her lips and she smiled.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” He said back softly. 

Harry was fun. He could be really serious and intimidating but once you got to know him he was a total softy. He was silly, quirky, annoying (in an amusing way) and most of all, extremely lovable. So even when he said ridiculous things like wanting to dress up their future baby in a meatball costume Y/N couldn’t get upset at him. In a way, these things about him made her love him just a little bit more and she wouldn’t waste a single opportunity to let him know. So now she was the one surging forward and connecting their lips together in a kiss, though it caught him by surprise when he slightly parted his lips to say something she gently rolled her tongue inside and swiped it along his own. He pulled back from her, surely grinning from ear to ear.

“Whoa…where did that come from?” he asked her quietly with a big grin.

“I just love you and your nonsense a lot.” She responded softly.

“Oh.” He hummed happily, “So-”

“No, that doesn’t mean I’ve changed my stance on the meatball or brussel sprout costumes ideas.” She said and he chuckled.

“You know me way too well. S’like you live in my brain and read my thoughts.” He said quietly and Y/N smiled.

“I mean, I would hope I live in your brain!” She giggled, “You live in mine. Rent free, might I add.” She said softly and he shuffled a bit and then kissed her forehead.

“Harry’s house.” He mumbled before he settled back into his spot beside her.

“Yeah.” She smiled.

“You know I find myself wishing we’d met before, but when I just see how we are I’m glad we didn’t cross paths until now. Like we found each other at the perfect time, you know? And as much as I would’ve loved to have you in my life from the very beginning, I think the reason we work so well now is because of the people we are now, you know?”

“Yeah. I think so too. But hey, we’ve got the rest of our lives left to learn more about each other and to love each other…to build a life together that we’re both happy with and proud of.” She whispered, “Well, actually I think we’ve already started that bit.”

“Yeah, we definitely have.” He said huskily before he scooted over and kissed her again. Her hand reached up and held his well-defined, masculine jaw with the utmost tenderness as their kiss deepened. She felt relief as his body weight pressed down over her, he was like the best weighted blanket, everything about him oozed comfort to her. His scent, his warmth, the softness of his skin…she ground up to his hips and he smiled into their kiss. “I’ll get to that, baby. Be patient for me.” He spoke lowly and it made a chill roll down her spine.

“Yes, daddy.” She responded without even giving it any thought and Harry groaned and completely gave in to his carnal needs. His cock immediately started to harden up as the blood in his body rushed to his groin.

“Fuck, spread your legs f’me.” He spoke against her lips and she parted her legs wider so that he could grind against her center better.

The friction against their most sensitive parts was making them both even more aroused. It was just a few moments before she was raising her hips to get her bottoms down and Harry was doing the same, clumsily trying to get his briefs off. Finally he was hovering between her legs again, his thick and sensitive tip was rubbing and prodding at the crease of her entrance. He was slicking his cock up and she anticipated his next move and shivered as he guided it up to her clit. He rubbed himself against it, exhaling shakily at the feeling it was giving him, but knowing that it felt good for her also got him off. Y/N moaned quietly as her clit started to tingle harder and to throb as the delicious feelings grew with each swipe and rub of his cock on her clit. Harry bit his lip to hold back his groan at the sounds of her labored breathing and very soft squeaks of pleasure. He was aching to be sheathed in her tight, cushy, and saturated pussy. 

“Daddy, please get inside.” Y/N supplicated softly. Her tone of voice was light and feathery, it made her skin rise with goosebumps. It made him shiver as he ran his cock back down her drippy slit and he sighed in relief as he pressed at her little hole, with his increasingly added pressure his cock started to sink deeper and deeper into her canal.

“Fuck, babygirl…” he exhaled. He had fucked plenty of people, but no one felt like her. She was so hot and squishy inside. Not to mention just how wet she was, it made it so easy for him to sink every inch of his cock into her tiny cunt. Every bump and ridge of hers stimulated the perfect spots on his cock. And he loved that his length reached right at her cervix right now. He knew she was due for her period soon because it was usually low like this when she was getting close to it. He put more weight over her and she hissed as his cock poked against the smooth and firm structure. “Oh fuuuuck…fuck.” He drawled out a deep moan as his sensitive head glided and prodded at her cervix. 

Y/N was tense beneath him, the feeling was a bit uncomfortable but there were enough peaks of pleasure that she didn’t stop him, it was obviously feeling really good for him. He’d never stayed this deep for that long, but it seemed that he was entranced at the moment and was only making her wetter hearing his sexy sounds. She slipped her hand between their bodies and started to rub her clit in swift circles, her actions nearly effortless from how drenched she was on Harry’s cock. 

“Good girl, play with your pussy for me.” He encouraged her and hummed in approval, “Gonna kneel t’get deeper.” He said and she bit her lip and let him reposition her just a bit before he was sinking back into her with far less resistance than at the start. She held her breath as he then pushed a bit harder. But he somehow thrust up and she gasped in shock as he impaled right into her g-spot. He gave a few testing thrusts and her eyes rolled back and she moaned loudly, the sound muffled up as he placed his hand over her mouth. He’d reached there with his fingers but his cock was bigger and it felt better. 

Her abs were already tensing as he ground into her for a few seconds and then he went back to thrusting. The rapid changes in his technique were not letting her orgasm build as fast as she wanted. The pleasure was dragging on and on, he was so great at edging her. She could feel her body start to wind up and right before she could get into that sweet spot he’d transition to the next pattern. This went on for a bit of time, she could tell that he was also struggling with this, but he wasn’t going to let up just yet. There was always a part of him that loved torturing himself like this and if she was a willing participant even better. But she was getting to the edge of it all, she was having to tense her curl her toes to attempt to hang on just a bit more.

“Mmmm daddy, I need t’come! Please, I need t’come!” Y/N whimpered into his palm.

“Just hang on a little longer, my love. Be good and wait for daddy.” He grunted with each thrust and she exhaled shakily and squeezed her eyes shut, “Can you be good for me and stay quiet?” She nodded and he removed his hand from over her mouth. “Rub your clit f’me.” He instructed, “Rub it f’me like you do when you’re alone and thinking about me.” He said lowly and she pressed her lips together and moaned softly, “Fuck, now that we got that thing out of your arm we can try for a baby.” He panted, “M’gonna have to be this deep so that it’ll catch, babygirl.”

“Fuck, please daddy! Make it catch!” She whispered breathily and Harry moaned lowly as his abs tensed as he started nearing his orgasm.

“I will, babygirl. Fuck, m’so fucking full and swollen for you.” He panted, “Gonna drain my balls in your tasty, little pussy. Gonna put a baby in you, babygirl.” He grunted as his thrusts started to slow in speed but increase in force.  She gasped at the feeling, she was getting so close to coming, her legs were starting to shake around his hips.

“Yes, daddy, yes! Let’smakeababy.” She slurred as her walls started to tighten up around Harry.

“Fuck yeah…gonna make you give me so many babies.” He whispered as he started to rut against her, “You’re so good letting me use your body like this. Letting me use you to make my babies. Shit…so fucking breedable…” he moaned. The repeated prodding at her g-spot combined with her fingers zooming around her clit had started to make her wither. Her breath was hitching and her moans slipped past her lips involuntarily, “Shhh, shhhh…” Harry urged her as he tried to stay on rhythm. She started to submit to it all, to feelings of excitement and pleasure and love for Harry, it was just too much.

“Oh fuck, keep going just like that, daddy! That’s such a good spot, it feels so good right there!” She keened. Harry focused on making sure to keep going until she was pulsing around him and he fervidly continued thrusting his hips towards her, “I’m gonna come! I’m-I’m…” her voice cracked as her back arched. Harry exhaled hard through his nose as Y/N came undone. It felt so fucking good she swore her brain melted as the pleasure crawled through her veins, the butterflies in her stomach mimicked the feeling one got from dropping from a tall rollercoaster. Her eyes rolled back and she started to trembled as he kept going, overstimulating her in the process of him chasing his own orgasm. Harry’s balls were starting to throb as they pumped his sperm up the thick shaft of his cock, loading it up so that he could drown her pussy with his sperm and get her pregnant. Fuck, he wanted to get her pregnant so badly, he was desperate to give her a baby soon. His rhythm faltered as he reached his limit.

“Fuck babygirl, ready f’me?” He asked lowly, “I’m coming…fuck, I’m coming!” He moaned softly as he started to shoot thick, milky white streams of his sperm into her generously. With each thrust he’d spill in just a bit more of his cum. The wet, squelching sounds of him driving his cum deep into her pussy were making him dizzy along with her soft whimpers and praises for giving her so much of his seed. It made his orgasm feeling like it went on for ages as he just shivered and vibrated from the pleasure. 

“Shit.” Harry panted tiredly as he finally stopped moving. He leaned down and kissed her passionately for a few moments before he pulled out of her and Y/N’s walls tightened around nothing at the loss of his warmth. “Gonna get something to clean you up.” He said and she just hummed. He quickly put on his briefs and quietly rushed into her bathroom across the hall from her bedroom. The floorboards just faintly creaked beneath his weight when he entered her room again. She was spent and she felt so spacey, seemingly having gone under just a bit. She frowned and draped her arm over her face when her bedside lamp came on.

“Sorry, my love. Could’t see.” He said quietly and then gently dabbed the toilet paper at her entrance to soak up any excess cum. His mouth watered a bit when he saw the big creampie he’d given her, she was loaded up completely. He knew she was on the pill, but he just wanted to treat this like a time when he was actually trying to get her pregnant. It had all been so hot and primal and real…he couldn’t end the fantasy now. So he just reached for her shorts and helped get them on. “Alright, be right back!” He said and rushed back to the bathroom to go pee and toss the soiled toilet paper. When he returned he smiled when he saw her curled up and peering up to the door waiting for him.

“Hurry, I think m’under a bit.” She whispered and he quickly shut the door and hopped into bed. He reached back to get the light off as she melted against his body. “You played so well, my love. Felt like we were doing it for real.” He muttered against her ear.

“Yeah, it did.” She whispered and smiled when he kissed her head. “Was so good.”

“Yeah, it was…but it’s always so fucking good with you. You’re so fucking good f’me, my love. So fucking pretty and pliant.” He praised her as he rubbed her tummy with his hand, “Thank you for being so good f’me.”

“Course, daddy. Love you.” She whispered happily. 

“I love you too, baby.” Harry whispered. And after expelling all that energy and living in a beautiful fantasy they soon fell back asleep. 

… NOVEMBER …

Y/N and Julie were busy making a nice little dinner for Anne and Hillary’s arrival. Harry had called about half an hour prior to inform them that his mom and grandma’s flight had to do an emergency landing in New York for fuel so their arrival was delayed for about an hour, give or take. She and Julie were not bothered by this information because This delay also gave them time to do some extra tidying up around the house. Y/N had just finished tidying up the entrance of the house when Julie opened up the front door.

“Phone’s ringing!” She informed handing it over to her.

“Oh no, that’s my alarm for my birth control.” Y/N said when she recognized the tune she had set for that, “Be right back!” She said grabbing her phone from Julie and proceeded to rush over to her bedroom to get her pills from her purse. 

She dug around for the little sleeve they were encased in and finally found them and pulled them out. She absentmindedly popped it out and tossed the little pill in her mouth before reaching for the water bottle on her nightstand and drinking some down to help it pass faster. When she attempted to slip the little packet of pills back into the sleeve she was struggling and realized that it was catching and just turned it face up and then she just stared at it for a few moments when she realized that she was on the second pill of three pills that were supposedly supposed to be the “period pills” - meaning she was supposed to be on her period now. She set them down and tried to do some mental math about when she’d gotten her last period. As she pondered this a memory resurfaced.

She was supposed to start her period the day before Halloween…had it already been a month? She set the little packet of pills down and furrowed her eyebrows as she just tried her best to make sure that it hadn’t come late…but she remembers that she was quite stressed that week because it was her mom’s birthday and she had also been spamming her with pics of her nieces and nephew’s “spirit week” outfits during those days. Her dad had texted her a scolding for her not calling her mom on her birthday… her period was very flaky under stress, it always had been so she didn’t think much of it at the time and clearly she’d forgotten all about it. There was no way she was pregnant… but then when she thought further back she recalled that she’d been really inconsistent with the birth control pills the first couple weeks because she kept forgetting to take them…that’s when she decided she’d set an alarm for them… and then her eyes widened even more when she recalled that it was during those weeks that she and Harry had literally had the hottest sex of their relationship in this very room, just a few steps away on her bed. She was still processing when she walked over to the kitchen to find Julie. When she walked in she stood there for a few seconds silently as she pieced together how she would even break this news to her aunt.

“What? You’re creeping me out!” Julie chuckled as she spared Y/N a glance. She swallowed thickly her tongue felt so heavy, almost as if it were unwilling to help her form the words. “You’re scaring me.” Julie said with a slight frown now as she set down the knife in her hands.

“Ummm…I…I think we need to get a pregnancy test.” She finally got out softly and with so much anxiety laced in her voice. Julie’s frown slowly turned up into a smile as she brought her hands up to hold her face.

“Are you serious right now?” She asked and Y/N nodded.

“So fucking serious.” She managed to breathe out and Julie nodded and rushed over to the burner to shut it off and move the food to the cool one behind it. 

“OK! OK! Let me get my bag and my keys and we’ll go.” She said and rushed out of the kitchen only to peek back in seconds later, “I need you to chug like 2 water bottles.” She said and then hurried away again.

After 20 minutes they were back at the house with a few pregnancy tests. Y/N knew she didn’t need that many but she wanted to at least take 2 just to be sure and well, it wouldn’t hurt to have a few on hand in case this was just a little glitch in her system. She did need to pee and Julie provided her with a disposable cup to pee in to get an actual clean sample on both tests. Eventually another 15 minutes had passed and Y/N was still distracting herself in the kitchen. Julie’s exasperated sigh called her attention.

“We need to check.”

“I’m scared.” Y/N confessed.

“Of what?” Her aunt asked with compassion.

“What if I end up exactly like my parents and I? Like what if I’m not ready? Or what if Harry’s not ready yet? Like…what if he doesn’t take it well? Or his mom and grandma! Oh my god… oh my god!!!!” She started to spiral.

“Relax, they’re not like our family, remember?” Julie reminded her with gentle hands on her shoulders. “And if you are, Harry will be thrilled. You know it!” Julie assured her with a smile and Y/N exhaled slowly.

“Yeah. He wants this with me.”

“He really does. Wants to marry you and everything.” Julie threw in a wink and Y/N smiled at her aunt, “And the more I see you two together, planning your lives, the more I’m confident that you two were destined to do this and just… do life together.” She said with so much love for her in her eyes. Y/N just hugged around her tightly and Julie smiled and groaned as she squeezed Y/N back just a little tighter. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.” Y/N whispered with welled up eyes. Moments later Julie was following Y/N to the bathroom.

“Well?” Julie asked as Y/N hesitated to step in far enough to get a glimpse, “Am I a grandma or not?” Julie asked impatiently and Y/N groaned as she just reached for the tests and looked over them.

“Ahhhhhh!!!!!” She literally shrieked at the top of her lungs as she jumped up and down excitedly with the biggest smile as tears rolled down her face. 

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!” Julie shouted as Y/N hurried over and hugged her tight. She kissed her head a few times before they both started screaming excitedly again through their tears.

There wasn’t a speck of doubt in Y/N’s body as soon as she saw the 2 positive tests. Julie was right, she and Harry were destined to be in each other’s lives. Theirs was such a special type of love, everyone could see it. She had the best person on the planet to start a family with. He would make the very best dad, she could already envision it. And envision his reaction when she’d tell him. He’d probably be happier than her, if that were even possible. Being swallowed up in their bubble of ecstasy, Y/N and Julie didn’t hear the front door open.

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Harry came in already laughing since he heard Y/N & Julie screaming through the front door. His mum and gran were chuckling along with him as he made some joke about how excited they were to see them. But when he got the door open he saw Julie and Y/N down the hall, outside of the bathroom. They were screaming and jumping up and down in a circle. He laughed along as they seemed to not even realize they had arrived. His mum and gran were giggling at the commotion.

“What on earth is going on here?” Harry asked with a big, dimpled smile on his face. It was a bit scary how perfectly in sync Y/N and Julie had shut up and turned in his direction. They then looked at each other and Julie just nodded reassuringly with an easy smile, it made Harry’s heart start to race. And Y/N reached into the bathroom before she turned back and held out what looked to be a pregnancy test to him. He walked over to her and looked down at it and his heart immediately started racing and his body started to buzz from the inside out. His vision started to blur as his lips started to turn up as the two pink lines before him were burned into his memory. He looked up into her joyfully glossy eyes and then looked down at the breathtakingly meek smile on her lips then back to her eyes. It made him fall in love with her all over again. He was smiling so wide now, her smile matching his. Her tears inevitably catalyzing his own crying. He inhaled sharply and just stepped forward and wrapped her up in his arms as his body shook with some sort of sobbing-laughing thing that somehow felt like the only acceptable reaction to this news.

“Oh, my love….” He whispered as he swayed them from side to side a few times as she cried in his arms. His eyes glanced to Julie only to see her hiding her smile with her hands. She was crying too, but she stepped forward and grabbed the test from his hand and hurried over to his mum and grandmother. Julie presumably showed it to them because he faintly heard his own family shrieking excitedly and shouting praises and congratulations. He squeezed her just a bit harder and relished in the feeling of her in his arms; he’d never felt more close to her than he did in that very moment.

“We’re gonna have a baby.” She said through her tears and he nodded and dipped down to finally kiss her lips. It was tender but heavy with passion. He grabbed her face gently and pecked her lips over and over again. His kisses moved down her jaw, neck, chest, and finally to her stomach. He kissed her three times before pressing himself back up from his kneeling position and pulling her into his arms again.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, “Thank you so much, my love.” He whispered again.

And just for a few moments they felt like they were alone in the universe and having this moment together. Julie, his mum, and gran all blubbering just a few feet behind him were the thing that made him touch back down to reality. He looked down to his lover, his life partner, and best friend with a look of gratitude before he pulled apart and allowed his mum and gran to come hug Y/N. Julie came over and squeezed Harry in a warm hug.

“Congrats, H.” She said softly, “You guy’ll be amazing.”

“Thank you.” He said softly as he pulled back to smile at her before they turned to see his mum releasing Y/N to allow his gran to hug her as well. She offered some assurances and congratulations as she held her close for a few moments before she let her go and Y/N turned back to him and he suddenly had a mischievous glint in his eyes. “AND SCENE!” He shouted as seriously as possible and his mum and gran looked to each other in a disillusioned manner and Julie tutted and back handed his chest.

“You little shit.” She scolded him before his lips turned up into a toothy grin as he sniggered and his mum and gran shook their heads in disapproval of his innovative, yet ill-timed humor.

“She’s right, you are a little shit.” His gran said and Y/N burst into laughter and leaned into his mum. 

Harry couldn’t stop staring at her for the rest of the night or take his hands off of her. He just yearned to be as near as possible. He knew he loved her before, but he had no idea that he was capable of loving even more. It almost hurt, how much love he felt for her. Having this together was something that tethered them to each other in such a special way for the rest of their lives. Literally, this little sea monkey looking thing, fighting for life inside of her was tangible evidence of their love and devotion to each other. He felt like he was in a trance of sheer joy for the rest of the night. And when they were back at his place he wandered into the bathroom as she applied her moisturizer with a soft smile on her face. His hand slid down from her waist and to her tummy. She was so soft to the touch and he just splayed his palm out over her and he smiled at her through the mirror as he just sent all of his good vibes and good intentions to the little clump of cells and genetic chaos that would become their perfect baby in a few months.

“Thank you.” He expressed his gratitude to her once again. This is something he’d always wanted and there wasn’t a better person for him to share this with. 

“Thank you.” She insisted and he chuckled.

“Is it too early to start talking names?” He asked and she sniggered and shook her head.

“No, it’s never too early! Tell me your ideas.” She assured and he kissed her cheek sloppily before dragging her into bed and sharing ideas until they both dozed off.

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Did I just sit and list off every single one of Harry Styles tattoos to my brother and their exact location? Yes. Yes I did. Does this make me mentally insane? That’s your judgement.

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Anyway, The thing is what I really mean…

Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

And you can tell everybody This is your song

I know it’s quite simple but now that it’s done

I Hope You don’t mind

I Hope you don’t mind

That I put down in words

How wonderful life is

While your in the world

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Hello.. I've recently learnt that harry has 'might as well' tatto which is now covered by laurels.. I did not find anything worth in Google search.. can you pls tell me when and what was it considered as???

Hi Love!

So it looks like the "Might as Well" tattoo appeared late 2012 / early 2013, and was covered up with the laurels by early 2014.

I found a pretty decent post that covers Harry and Louis' tattoos up to a point, but there's not a lot about the might as well tattoo.

I wish i had been able to find more than that! Maybe one of my mutuals knows more.

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Three of my favourite things in one picture = Hazza , night and the beach.

Inspired from Mechat

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💔 they all teared up

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I know angel is innocent, but do you think that if Harry had to go away for business or family or something, that she might 🥸 you know.... 🥸🥸 ˢᵉˣᵗ ʰᶦᵐ

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(Y/N) knuckled at her eye, attempting to get the sleep out so she could see Harry clearly. It would be the last time she'd see him for the next week, she wanted to remember every detail. 

"Stop," Harry murmured, gently grasping her wrist and pulling her hand from her eye. "You're gonna hurt yourself doing that, love." 

"Sorry," she yawned, blinking up at him. It was way too early to be awake, but she wasn't going to let him leave without a proper send off. 

"'S alright," he sighed, shifting his hold on her wrist until she was gathered against his chest. He dropped a kiss to her head, voice muffled against her hair when he said, "Jus' don't forget while 'm gone, 'kay?" 

"I'll try," she relented, keening into the warmth radiating from his chest, "What time do you land?" 

"It'll be a little after nine, I think. Y'think you'll be awake then?" 

"Maybe," she sighed, "I've got to feed Evie, so probably." 

He hugged her a bit tighter at the mention of his first born. "Will y'send me a picture when y'do? I miss her already." 

"I will," (Y/N) promised, pulling away from where her cheek had nestled against his shoulder. Blinking up at him, she told herself not to cry when he matched her gaze. It wasn't fair that he looked so cozy and warm, pliant with his own sleep, and was planning on leaving her all by herself for the next week. "Will you send me a picture of you when you land? Because I miss you already." 

It was a silly request, one that was supposed to be lighthearted—for the both of them—but only served to make her bottom lip quiver by the time the words hung between them. A pout crossed Harry's features. Dropping his bag, his now free hand landed on the back of her head, cradling her snug against him. 

"Baby," he crooned, "I miss y'too, you know that. We've never been apart like this before, have we?" Only a pathetic shake of her head was offered. "But we'll be alright. Jus' call me when y'need me, and I'll answer. You might even like having the place to yourself for a little—won't even want me to come home." 

Her eyes watered at his teasing allegation. "I'll always want you to be home with me." 

A soft sigh escaped from his chest. "Oh, love. I'll be home soon, I promise. 'S only a week." 

"I know," she blubbered, "Just wish I could go with you." 

"But you're being responsible and going to class and studying instead. Not something to be sad about at all." He pet his hand down the back of her head, gentle fingers brushing the back of her neck and warming her skin. "Besides, y'don't want to be at these conferences. They're boring." 

"Then why are you going?" If they were so boring, maybe she could convince him to stay in bed with her for the whole week instead of working.

"Gotta be on top of everything, love," he said, just as he had every other time she asked why this conference was so important, "Can't be the best tattooer in the world if I never go and see what's new." 

She deflated. He was using her words against her, the praises she would mean whether or not he went to these conferences and conventions. 

"'S gonna be alright, darling. Really," he insisted, his tone growing serious as he cupped the nape of her neck and pulled her back just enough to get a look at her. "I'll miss you, but I'll be home before y'know it. Then we can spend the whole weekend together before I go back to work." 

That did sound nice. Especially since she was more than sure she would be able to convince him to order in and eat in bed with her. 

"Okay," she relented, voice a bit watery, "Love you, H." 

His features grew soft. Without the aid of his signature eyeliner, there were only soft edges to his eyes, matching the soft curl of his lips. With his hair pulled back, she could see every plane of his face where she was used to seeing a stern edge or cutting line. But not when it came to her; everything was soft when he looked at his love.

"I love you too, (Y/N)," he murmured, ducking his head to press a simple kiss to her lips. "I'll text y'when I get to the airport, but please go back to sleep if you're still tired." 

(Y/N) chased after her, catching him in another kiss, this one a bit harder and more urgent. Their last kiss to be shared for the next week, and she was going to make it worth it. Even if she did start feeling her eyes begin to burn and her nose warm. 

His hand on the back of her neck shifted until he was cradling her cheek in his palm. He let her take what she needed, slotting his lips to hers with her bottom one between his two. It was sweet and giving, the way she sank into him, eager to get as much of her fill as she could manage in the short time frame. 

With his head much clearer, Harry drew away first, offering a smattering of pecking kisses before leaving the warmth of her presence. 

"Gonna make me miss my flight if you're not careful," he teased, offering one more press of his lips to the bridge of her nose. 

(Y/N) canted her head. That wasn't such a bad idea, actually. If he missed his flight, it would be way too much work to reschedule and possibly update his accommodations—

"No, I know what you're thinking, love," Harry smiled, shaking his head as he interrupted her line of thought, "I've still got to go." 

She made a show of deflating, taking the route of attempting to make him laugh instead of giving into the lump forming in her throat. 

"Fine," she sighed, as if he had punctured all of the air from her, "This time, I'll let you go. But you might not be so lucky the next time." 

"So generous, my lovebug is," Harry murmured, hugging her extra tight as he fit his face into her neck. "I love you so much, baby. I'll let y'know when I land." 

"Okay," she whispered, not trusting her voice to go any louder, "I love you, too." 

He pulsed his arms around her for a lingering moment before doing the hard part of untangling from her limbs. She felt decidedly colder once he left the space of her bubble. (Y/N) could only wrap her arms around her middle to keep herself from reaching for him.

She watched as he slung his bag over his shoulder. The roses on his neck bristled as he stood to the full of his height, hand resting on the doorknob. 

"I'll see you soon, baby," he promised, a sad smile on his lips, "Promise." 

"See you soon, H." 

(Y/N) followed him to the garage, watching as he backed his car out and onto the street. She waved at him on the off chance he might be looking at her, until he most definitely was too far away to catch even a speck of her. Getting out of the chill, she made her way back inside and to their shared bedroom.

 It was then, with her head on his pillow, the sheets scented of him with Harry's kitten at her feet, that she let her tears fall. 

While it wasn't the waterfall she feared she was going to shed when he was still here, it was enough to heat her skin and slick down her cheeks in rivers. She missed him already, not used to being in this bed without her Harry at her side. 

Having heard her sniffling and the incessant wiping of her sleeve over her cheeks, Evie left her post at (Y/N)'s feet and found the perfect spot to curl up right on the pillow. With her pink nose, she sniffed over (Y/N)'s tear-stained cheeks, whiskers tickling her skin. 

"Hi, Evie," (Y/N) blubbered, "Do you miss your daddy already too?" 

Evie didn't do anything other than deposit a soft lick to the tip of (Y/N)'s nose. A small smile curled (Y/N)'s salted lips. 

"At least we have each other." 

Evie chirped at that.

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"And, what did she say after that?" 

Patting her moisturizer into her skin, (Y/N) let out a heavy sigh as she dropped her eyes to her phone screen. Illuminated in the pixels was Harry's tired face, free of any eyeliner with his hair pulled back and a headband keeping the stray strands from brushing his eyes. A white fluffy pillow was held to his chest, taking up the bottom third of the view, his chin resting on the edge as he looked at the camera. At her. 

"Nothing. She didn't say anything the rest of the shift. It was creepy." 

Harry barked out a laugh at her words. "Not even to you?" 

"No," (Y/N) affirmed, "Even when I said bye before I left, she just nodded at me." 

At this, Harry's lips thinned. "That's not very nice. 'M sorry she acted like that today, love. She didn't hurt your feelings or anything, right?" 

The shake of her head had his features loosening in relief. "No, I'm okay. I just don't really want to go in tomorrow if she's also going to be there; I'll have to hide in the autobiographies if she is." 

"That might be fun, though," Harry started, interrupting himself with a yawn, "Easy work."

"Too easy," she pointed out, wiping the remainder of the lotion on her hands, "I'll fall asleep." 

"That doesn't sound so bad," he murmured, his own eyes falling closed in a lingering blink. 

Picking up her phone, (Y/N)'s lips puffed into a pout. She had been looking forward to this evening's FaceTime, the same way she had been the last three days, but it didn't feel right to keep him on the phone when he was so clearly tired. 

"Do you want me to let you go, H? I don't want to keep you up." 

He was quick to blink his eyes open, forcing them wide and awake as he stitched his attention on her. "No, no, 's alright. I want to talk to you, baby." 

Her own lips curled into a soft grin as she started back to their bedroom. Evie was already in her new favorite spot—right where her daddy usually slept. "I want to talk to you too, but I know you had a busy day. We can talk tomorrow." 

"But I miss you today." 

When she laid her head down on her pillow, phone in hand, the view on her screen framed an illusion that they were sharing a bed. Only a pillow between them. 

"I miss you, too," she murmured ardently, "But I feel bad." 

"Don't feel bad," he insisted, denying as if there weren't bags under his eyes, "It really wasn't that busy of a day—jus' lots of talking." 

"One of your least favorite things," she pointed out as his eyes fell closed once more.

"Not when 's you." 

At that, (Y/N) paused. Her heart pattered in her chest, blood rushing through her veins with heart-shaped cells. He was too good at arguing with her like this. 

When she didn't immediately answer, she saw his eyes open. Half-lidded, they landed directly on her. He could easily tell just what kind of reaction he was drawing out of her, her face an open book just for him to read. 

"Did I win?"

A sheepish nod was his answer. 

Hunkering down into the fluff of his hotel bed, Harry let a lazy smile cover his features. If she squinted her eyes just so, the illusion worked well enough to imagine she was lying in bed next to him—a small version of him, but Harry nonetheless. 

"I'll stay with y'until y'fall asleep, love," he murmured, just voice a comforting rumble through her phone. Next time, she decided, she was going to have her headphones on, wishing to hear every note of his voice. 

"Thank you," she peeped, grateful even if a little guilty that he was going to stay awake when he was clearly so tired. 

Through his cracked eyes, she could see affection swimming through the shattered green of his iris. "Tomorrow's going to be better, love. I know it," he insisted, broken up by a short yawn, "And if 's not, 'm catching a flight home." 

A huff of laughter fell across the cover of her pillow. "Now you're going to make me hope I have a bad day." 

Harry's grin only widened. Dimples deeply dented his cheeks. "Don't say that," he pushed, though he didn't sound particularly convincing. 

Looking at him, even made of speakers and pixels, she doubted she would have an easy time falling asleep tonight. Not when she had him right here with her, as close as he could be. 

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Posing in the mirror, (Y/N) tugged the end of her skirt to flare it around her thighs. She snapped a photo of herself in the mirror, her phone partially covering her face in the reflection. 

Once the photo generated on her phone screen, (Y/N) relaxed from her pose and took a look at the shot. With a chunky, slouchy cream sweater covering her top—a borrowed piece, of course, from the opposite side of the closet—she had taken a leap and chosen to wear a skirt despite the chilly autumn weather outside. The night before, when she had picked out this outfit, she had been unsure, knowing she would undoubtedly be freezing on campus with only a skirt covering to the mid of her thighs. It had been Harry's idea to put on a pair of hose or stockings at the least to help cover her a little. 

(Leggings had been his first suggestion, and she had shot that down immediately).

Sending him a photo now, with a pair of barely used stockings pulled as high up her thighs as she could manage, was her test to see if she looked as silly as she felt. The skirt thankfully was covering the scalloped lace lining the top of the stockings, but she felt a bit scandalous with the pieces on her legs. 

Attaching the photo to a message, she typed out: 

     do you think this looks silly? i don't know if i still have the hose from my halloween costume but i'll look for it if you think that will work better!!

Pressing sending, she turned her attention to her hair instead of watching for Harry's response. All she had time for was to reach for a sparkly white headband before her phone buzzed against the countertop. From the preview, she saw that he had loved the image she sent before sending back a couple of texts in rapid succession. 

     Baby, you look gorgeous! 

     Is that my sweater? You should keep it.

     Don't change, I think you look perfect!

     But why can't I see your face? :( I miss you. 

A soft smile covered her features as she scrolled over the handful of messages. Taking a moment, she slid her headband over her head, pushing stray hairs out of her face. It felt a little silly, but she took another photo of herself, this one only of her smiling face before pressing send once more. 

Before she could even type out her gratitude for his previous messages, another handful were delivered.

     Baby! There you are!

     You look so pretty!

     Is that your new lipgloss? 

     I love when you push your hair back like that. Will you do that for the next time I get to take you out?

(Y/N) felt like she needed to be lying on her stomach, kicking her feet in the air while she twirled her hair when she read these over. Even from miles and miles away, she was not immune to the way he spoke to her. 

     thank you h🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 you're so sweet i miss you too!!!!

     i'm just worried that they're going to fall over my legs and then people will see the lace:( 

The delivered receipt never even popped up, Harry reading her messages as soon as they were sent. 

     I think you'll be okay, love. Your skirt is long enough that if they fall little, I don't think anyone will see. 

     If it would make you feel a little better, you can take one of my coats and use it to cover up if you feel like you need it. 

Truthfully, she was going to take one of his jackets with her today anyway, whether or not he gave her permission. 

     oooh that would be perfect!!!!! thank youuuuuuuu

     Of course. Stay warm today, darling. I'll call you when I get back to the hotel tonight. 

Glancing at the time, she was sure Harry would have just exited the tube and started making his way to the convention with the rest of the boys from the shop. She would have to keep it together and not text him every thought she had during the day. 

     talk to you later!!!! have fun love u

     Love you too, angel.

She couldn't wait to see him say those words to her in person. Only three more days. 

—————

From where it was tucked away under her thigh, (Y/N)'s phone buzzed. Today's lecture was an easy one to be distracted from, even if it probably wasn't the best idea to pay attention to her phone instead of the slides at the front of the room. 

Nonetheless, she reached for her phone under her skirt and glanced at the screen. 

Harry had sent a photo. 

A pinch appeared between her brows as she unlocked the screen, swiping on the notification. 

Their text thread was now made up of a photo of Harry in the bathroom at the conference center. It was a shot of his reflection in the mirror, where he was goofily posing to mimic the one she had sent over that morning. His tattooed hand was out at his side, pinching an invisible skirt to show off the flare.

     What do you think?  

(Y/N) had to choke back a laugh at the sight. 

     super cute h

     grab a jacket in case you get cold though

When he didn't immediately reply, (Y/N) tucked her phone away, smile now on her features as she pretended to pay attention to the lecturer before her. 

She was going to have to send that picture to Sarah and Mitch.

—————

(Y/N) checked the time, her expression falling when she saw just how little time had passed since the last time she looked. 

It had already been an hour since she said goodnight to Harry over the phone, but it was still too early to justify climbing into bed. Especially since she had taken a nap when she made it home from work. 

Over the phone, Harry had seemed so sleepy, recounting his long day touring the conference before getting a chance to finally sit down and give her a call when he made it back to his hotel room. She could have kept talking to him for hours, in love with the sound of his voice rumbling through the phone, but he seemed so exhausted. She didn't want to keep him up just because she missed him.

That left her alone, traveling back and forth to her closet. Different outfits were bundled in her arms each trip, the goal to be finding something cute to wear for her presentation on Monday. Without Harry here to soothe her for another couple of days—"two more sleeps," they had said on the phone—this was her only chance at distracting herself from the slides she already memorized. If she felt pretty, she thought she might be able to get through the whole thing a little easier. 

Playing music from the heart shaped speaker she stole from their bathroom, she bopped about the room, laying out different options on the bed. All of them were pretty cute, she thought, just... not right? She wasn't sure why, but none of them seemed to fit the vision she had for herself on Monday. 

Would the pink skirt come across as childish? The sweater with bows laced down the sleeves as unprofessional? But the fitted, dark green sweater she'd pulled didn't really feel like herself—at least not the version of herself that she would feel the most comfortable being when she was already going to be at her most uncomfortable in front of her whole class. 

Though it sounded like a lot of work, she figured she would only know for sure if she tried on each prospect. Even if the idea sounded even less fun when she remembered Harry wasn't going to be there to give his candy-coated opinion and tell her every sweet nothing he could think of. 

At the very least, it would fill her time and check off a task she knew she wasn't going to want to do when Harry returned home on Sunday. 

—————

Falling back onto their bed, (Y/N) didn't feel any more accomplished even with the skirt flaring around her body. She still needed to change out of this particular outfit—the one with the bow sweater layered over a silky blush dress and the same stockings that had treated her well earlier in the week—but she was too tired to do so at the moment. Instead, she pulled open her camera roll and looked at the trio of photos she took in her options. 

Even if she knew she wasn't going to gain any kind of response until the morning, (Y/N) still attached all three to a new message to Harry. He could be the deciding vote (even if she really just wanted him to pick the outfit she currently had on). 

Despite knowing he was asleep—the time being now a full hour and a half since saying goodnight—she still lagged for a moment, waiting for the receipt to change to read. Unsurprised, she locked her phone after a minute when her message stayed on delivered. 

(Y/N) pushed her phone to the side as she forced herself up from where she laid on her bed, a heavy sigh leaving her chest. She needed to get into her pajamas, then wash her face, perform her skincare routine, get her hair in shape for bedtime, and then probably feed Evie again and have a snack herself, and, if he wasn't too tired, she could start the new book she dow—

Her phone buzzed. 

Pausing where she stood, feet bare other than the stockings wrapped around her legs. She knew it was probably Sarah, confirming their plans for the following way. But, (Y/N) still, just a little, hoped it might be Harry. 

Without letting herself get too excited, she reached for her phone amongst the tufts of her comforter. 

A single notification sat at the bottom of her lock screen. 

     Harry🖤

She didn't even attempt to hold back the smile that bloomed over her features. He was supposed to be asleep. 

Sliding the notification open, their text thread opened up. Her photos took up the majority of the screen though her eyes went right to his message. 

     Are you still in the last outfit?

A little less... affectionate than she had been hoping for, but a response nonetheless. 

     i am why ! 

     i thought you were asleep 

Another message near instantly came through. 

     I'm having a harder time falling asleep than I thought. 

     I really like that last one, love. Are you wearing those stockings? 

She frowned at his explanation. She didn't like the idea of Harry tossing and turning all by himself in a hotel room. Maybe, she'd try to help him get to sleep. 

     yessss but i did find those ones that i got for my halloween costume so i can wear those instead if you think that's better for the presentation 

     Can I see? 

(Y/N)'s frown deepened. 

     the other ones???? 

It wasn't a fun set to pull up her legs since the material was so fragile and thighs when they made it up to her thighs, but she would manage if wanted to see—

     No, the stockings. 

     You're still wearing them right, love? 

Her cheeks warmed. Maybe it was the way she was reading it in her head—with the deep rumble of his voice, drawling and heavy with his eyes on her—but she swore there was a little more to this than attempting to help her pick an outfit. 

In lieu of typing out a response, she turned her camera on. She debated finding her way back to bed or standing before the mirror once more. Fitting her bottom lip between her teeth, she figured the mirror was the safer choice. At least this way she could offer a full view. 

Bunching the skirt of the dress in her hand, she snapped a photo of the stockings tight around her legs, the white lace showing. There was no pattern in the netting, only the sheer white mesh, the material offering a satin finish over her skin. Nothing special, really. 

The photo sent, never reaching delivered status before being read by Harry. Though no immediate response was sent back.

(Y/N) waited as moments passed before a bubble filled with three little dots popped up in the corner of the screen. 

     You look so pretty, love. I wish I was there with you. 

     Do you have anything else pretty on under your outfit?

She blinked at the message. Okay, so she hadn't been reading him wrong, even if she was a little surprised at how quickly he was leading her down this path. 

Her fingers hovered over the offered keyboard. Truthfully, she wasn't wearing a pretty matching set the way she was sure Harry was picturing. Underneath the layers of her sweater and dress, was a comfortable, unlined pink bra and a set of cotton panties in baby blue. 

Just as she went to type an answer, she blanched, eyes widening as an alternative idea popped through her head. 

Did he want a... picture of her?

The idea had her stomach churning. 

Though it wasn't anything Harry hadn't seen before, photos seemed so much more scandalous. She didn't doubt that it had much to do with conversations she overhead her parents having, the kind when a celebrity or a girl in their community had private photos leaked and spread around. It was always the woman in the photo's fault—if she hadn't wanted those out there, she shouldn't have taken them. She shouldn't have been acting like a whore. 

She must have taken longer than she realized when another message came through.

     Baby? 

Fitting her bottom lip between her teeth, (Y/N) typed out a noncommittal answer. 

    maybeeeeeeee

    why?

Harry would be disappointed to see her chewing on the pillow of her lip, but she couldn't help herself. Was it stupid to be nervous? Especially when the question itself hadn't even been asked—and even if it had, Harry was the love of her life. She lived with him, and was stressing over the idea of sending him a photo of her body? It didn't make much sense. 

     I miss you baby. Do you think I could see you? 

If there was any room for speculation over how much he missed her and in what way, it was all put to rest when another photo came through. 

It was a view of the small of Harry's stomach, angled as if he were posing the camera from the height of his chest. His hand, tattooed and familiar, grasping at a bulge through the worn black material of his sweats. 

(Y/N) blinked, breath stuck in her chest. 

No wonder he couldn't fall asleep. 

Was she supposed to send her own photo now? To be fair, it was quite the sight—one she had missed since he left—to see the expanse of his hand over his crotch, but she wasn't sure she was far enough gone to completely disregard the feeling in her stomach. 

But she couldn't leave him hanging. She knew she would be sick to her stomach if she sent something to Harry and he didn't immediately respond in kind. 

She didn't think before she reacted to the photo with a heart, typing out: 

     i miss you too!!!!! is this why you couldn't sleep 

It took all of one second, realizing what she had sent his way, to make her cringe. She was sure this wasn't the kind of reaction he had been hoping for when he sent an explicit image. 

She hoped, if anything, he thought it was endearing. 

     A little bit. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since our phone call. I don't know if I can wait two more sleeps to see you again. 

Her heart raced behind her ribs. While it wasn't something she really indulged in, there was more than once this week that she had briefly wondered if she had the willpower to wait for him to return home before spreading her legs. But, as it usually did, the idea paled in comparison to what he was able to offer her. If she had to wait a couple of days, then so be it, she had decided. 

That decision didn't feel so concrete now, not with the view on her phone. 

It's not like Harry would spread her photos around. She knew that. And this would be far from the most scandalous thing she'd ever partaken in with Harry's guidance. 

And, gosh, did she miss him.

Between her legs, a heat gathered. What she wouldn't give to be on her knees before him, her hand replacing his. To hear the rumbling of his moans, hearing him call her his pretty, good girl. So gorgeous he can barely handle himself. That he could spend hours—days, even—in bed with her. All he wanted was to take care of her, starting with the ache between her legs. 

She clutched her phone tightly. 

It wouldn't be so bad, she thought. It was just a photo. If it really bothered her, Harry would delete every photo and every mention of the photos. Besides, she was an adult. 

She had moved into a home with her long-term boyfriend—who she had a sneaking suspicion was going to propose in the near future—, took care of her own needs, and would soon be facing her college graduation. She could send photos of herself if she wanted to. 

(Even if she still felt a little sick to her stomach. Aside from being unsure of sending them, she didn't even know how to take them). 

     Are you still there, baby? I didn't mean to scare you off. 

A small smile touched the corners of her mouth. She could hear those words in his voice. He was always so worried about being too much, asking for too much, when it came to her. Because he was Harry, and he loved her. 

He loved her so much, and she didn't doubt that she could trust him even more.

     yeah hold on im taking a picture !!

That was all she said before pulling up her camera. 

Making quick work of her clothing, the sweater and dress became nothing more than a puddle on the floor. She hesitated at the hem of the stockings. It felt a bit silly to keep them on, given the fact that her underwear was far from pretty and put together. But, Harry did seem to like them. 

Before she could think any more about it, she took her phone and stepped in front of the mirror. 

There was a feeling in her chest, similar to that of when he took her to the beach for the first time in Barcelona, seeing herself in so little clothing. Very different to when she would disrobe in front of him, knowing that he was only going to gaze upon her in awe. She wouldn't be able to gauge his reaction from the other end of a phone. 

If not for the fact that she had already said she was taking a photo of herself, (Y/N) may have backed down. Instead, she committed to posing before the mirror. 

She stood with her thighs together, the gusset of her panties tucked between her legs. The stockings stood out against her skin, shimmering in the low light of the lit lamps of their bedroom. Her breasts were cradled in the light pink material of her bra, unlined with the peak of her nipples pushing through. The thin line of wire under her bust held up the swells. 

Angling her camera to conceal her face once more, (Y/N) held her breath as she pressed the circle at the bottom of her screen. She didn't allow herself more than a glance at the photo before pressing send. It didn't look too bad when she peeked, but she wasn't in the mood to judge her body any more than she already was beginning to judge herself for taking the photo at all. 

She couldn't wait to see what his reaction would be. Instead, she locked her phone and dove for the safety of her bed, wrapping the throw lined at the bottom of the mattress around her nearly-bare body. 

(Y/N) knew she wasn't a bad person. Right? She had only sent a photo to her boyfriend. That was all. Was it the best photo? Maybe not, but it was of her. That should be enough for him, right? 

Harry always told her just how perfect she was, how much he loved her body. Even after she had more than one bowl of soup before he took her to bed, he never complained over her bloated stomach or if she hadn't had time to shave herself before spreading her legs. 

But, photos could be so unforgiving. She wouldn't blame him if he thought differently of her. Not to mention, she really gave in pretty quickly to this whole photo thing, didn't she? 

What if he hadn't even wanted a photo of her, and she sent one anyway? She should have know—

     Fuck

     Angel are you joking 

     This isn't fair. You cant look so pretty without me 

     Did you keep those stockings on for m e?

Something bloomed in the middle of her chest. It was a bit silly, but she knew Harry. He didn't text without punctuation and checking his spelling. Seeing the lack of periods and a disjointed word at the end, she liked to think that her photo was having a more profound effect on him than she could have hoped. 

The lighting hadn't been as bad as she thought, then. 

Confidence struck her, urging her to message him back before it had a chance to fizzle out. 

     yes daddy

She wished she could be there to see his reaction to the message. She missed seeing that flash in his eyes, his pupils dilating as he gazed at her. In her head, he would have reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her flushed to him. Hips together, where the thick bulge of his cock would press right against her core. 

Was it crazy to catch a flight? She could probably make it there soon, and then they could go home together on Sunday. 

That way she could at least see her daddy be—

     You're such a good girl for your daddy angel

     Fucking perfect you're gonna make me cum just from your picture 

     Can I show you?

The final message had her heart slowing. The heat that had fallen to the backburner during her overthinking had returned tenfold. The effect she had on him would never not amaze her. 

She definitely wanted to see. 

     please

(Y/N) waited, sitting in the message thread. Her imagination ran wild, filling in the gaps his absence left behind. 

She wondered how long he would be home before she would drip to her knees. Would she let him put his things away, or would he feel the same need she did and take care of her as soon as he made it through the door? Would he press her against the door, his hair still pulled back from his flight, minty gum being ground between his molars? Or would he give her the courtesy of placing her on the kitchen counter, shorts pulled to her ankles? 

Could she get him to play with her, chasing her into their bedroom before she tugged him down atop her? So she could lay just like she was now, on her back with her head cushioned by a pillow smelling of him. In her head, she would have something much prettier on, but if he wanted her pretty socks on, she could do that for him. She could spread her legs for him, let him fit himself between her thighs. 

Her breathing was labored as she took the hand bundled between the sheets to the small of her stomach. Her phone was still hovering above her face, waiting for the response she needed from Harry, but now her attention was beginning to split in half. 

Now, she noticed the goosebumps on her skin, rising in the wake of her own touch. The feeling brought her back to their first Valentine's Day. When he had sat behind her, their hands looped together between her legs, showing her exactly how to touch herself, to emulate the way he took care of her. Her fingertips had only touched the first thread of the elastic around her waist when a message came through.

Or a video did. 

There was a part of her that was worried that she didn't even hesitate before pressing play. The other part of her was too worked up to care. 

The video took over the full screen in an instant, the sound turned up just enough to hear soft noises. (Y/N) hurried to turn the volume up a few notches when she realized what she was looking at. 

With his sweats pushed down to his thighs, showing off the ink needled into nearly every inch of his skin, Harry had his hand fisted around his cock. Only lamps were turned on in his hotel room, leaving the space in buttery, limited light. Shadows were elongated, everything just a touch darker than she was sure it was in real. Including the black nail polish that glimmered on his fingers as he stroked his hand over his cock. 

The tip was red and ruddy, blurting with precum. He was much more worked up than she was expecting, the long night having taken a toll on him. Slick, soft pats of his hand hitting his base sounded through her phone, in conjunction with the heady pants behind the camera. 

Her mouth ran dry when she heard her name being moaned. She had missed that voice so much. 

All over a single photo she had sent. 

A week apart was much too long, it appeared. 

Abruptly, the video stopped. She didn't think before she tapped the screen again, urging the clip to start over. 

Watching the video once more, (Y/N) allowed her other hand to drift lower. Breaching the waist of her underwear, she pictured his hand as her eyes fluttered to a close. It was jarring, the first touch to her clit. The last time she had done this for herself, had been under Harry's supervision that day. Never had she been alone before. 

Though, she figured she wasn't really alone, not when she heard the grumbling tone of his moans filtering through the room. The call of her name as he jerked his fist over his length. 

With her mind becoming a bit more muddy with every breath, she attempted to remember just how Harry worked her up and helped her through the shaky breaths entering her lungs. 

He always started at her clit, working the bud in tight circles, borrowing wetness from her slit to keep her movements slick. Her back arched as she slid her finger lower, parting her folds to where her pulsing opening beckoned to someone miles away. 

Her lungs shuddered, breathing uneven as she attempted to focus. Pulling her eyes open (she hadn't even known they closed, really) she directed the small portion of her attention she had to spare towards her phone. The video had ended, the screen moments away from locking before she tapped her thumb. 

Swiping to their messages, she didn't think. 

     harry oh my god 

     i miss you so much daddy I wish you were here this doesn't feel the same without you 

     i need you 

A trio of dots came up on the corner of her screen.

     Can I see you, baby? I miss you too so much. 

     When I get home I m going to take such good care f you I promise 

     Be good and show daddy what he's doing to you love I need it 

How he knew so clearly what to say to her, what would clear through the much and spear into her chest, she was never going to be sure, but she would always be grateful.

His request for another photo was a steady distraction. It allowed her to keep some of her head on straight instead of losing every bit of her to the pleasure she was eliciting between her legs. Taking a hurried moment, she shimmied her panties down her stockinged legs until the garment was hanging off of an ankle. Spreading her legs wide, her phone angled just so, the camera caught a view of the softness of her stomach to the middle of her thighs. Just the top scalloping of the lace was caught from the stockings.

Her hand, tucked just so, worked between her legs. She wasn't sure if the slick sounds permeating the room was going to be picked up, but she hoped so. She hoped Harry would be able to hear what such a simple video had done to her. That she had viewed it twice, her underwear now sporting a damp spot with that same wetness being pulled up to coat her clit. That she really did listen when he attempted to show her how to take care of herself, circling her fingers around the bud with her pulsing opening waiting for him the second he made it back home to her. 

Oh god, when he got home. 

She didn't doubt that he was going to take perfect care of her. Throwing her head back, (Y/N) lost sight of the screen of her phone, but a different view took over her head. 

This one had Harry sitting before her, letting her nestle between his thighs as he stroked his cock in front of her face. She could see the pearls of precum beading down his length to be swept away in his stroking fist. Glistening and throbbing. She would open her mouth and let him do anything he wanted—

"Daddy," she breathed, blinking back to the world when she realized she still had a video she was to be directing. 

Keeping her hand between her legs, she shut off the camera. She only made a couple of presses before the video was off to Harry, though she kept working her fingers over her clit, dipping low in teasing touches before returning to the bud. As much as she would have liked to feel something sinking deep inside her, the idea didn't sound as appealing when she knew her own fingers weren't going to cut it. She would save that bit for Harry; toying with her clit was doing a well enough job, and she didn't have the attention to take care of two different paces, if she was honest. 

A handful of responses were delivered to her at a rapid-fire pace. 

     can I save that video baby

     you look so pretty with your hand between your legs 

     Doing what daddy taught you rigt 

     Im so fuckign proud of you I miss you so much angel 

     can I see you cum please 

     for me 

Fitting her bottom lip between her teeth, (Y/N) barely was able to keep her hand from shaking as she typed.

     I want to see you:( 

It was at the same moment that her phone buzzed. A FaceTime call. From Harry.

"Harry?" she greeted, breathless when she answered. She didn't need to glance at the tiny box of herself to know that her eyes were lidded and wild, mouth parted and swollen. 

"Oh fuck, (Y/N)," he muttered, the view of his face obstructed from the messy state of his hair. His cheeks blazed with warmth, baby hair clinging to his temples. "You're close, love? Can y'cum with me?" 

(Y/N) practically melted into the mattress at the sound of his voice. She missed this so much—missed him more than she even realized until then. Her clit pulsed under her finger. 

"Uh-huh," she nodded, debating turning her camera around before blinking at her phone screen. "Do you... I can show you." 

A string of curses left his raspberry mouth. "Let me see, baby. Let daddy see." 

She didn't have to give another thought before she was punching the button, reversing the camera to show a view of her spread legs. Her hand was clearly working over her pussy, the slick sounds not matching the circling of her fingers. 

"That feel good, angel?" Harry panted, his eyes almost falling closed before he suddenly remembered what was in front of him. A quiet whimper broke from her throat. "I know, baby. 'M sure it feels so good, huh?" 

For the hundredth time in the last handful of minutes, she wished Harry was with her. She wished he was hovering above her, that she could see the look on her face and the need flashing through her eyes. That he would know what she needed just from looking at her, but she supposed she could handle that part for the night. Maybe. 

"R-Really good, daddy," she let out, breathless, "I-I want to see you—I'm—" 

Before her eyes, she saw the screen flip. Where his flustered face had been was now a view of his cock. Much like his video, his fist was working relentlessly over his length, though he decidedly looked much more desperate. He was gleaming in the sheen of his precum, his thumb swiping through the near constant river dripping down. From the way he was breathing alone, she was sure he was close. 

"Harry—oh my god," she murmured, barely finding her voice, "Wh-When you get home, will you—Can you let me do that for you, please? I want you so bad." 

It was a bold request, so bluntly spoken in her book. Though it only seemed to spur Harry on. His cock jumped in his hand, another stream sliding down his cock. 

"You're gonna make me cum, baby," he groaned, the camera going shaking like his breathing, "I wanna see you first—can y'do that for me? Are y'close?" 

Shifting her hold on her phone, she moved her camera to show the pace of her fingers between her legs, working over her clit. She moved her legs wider apart, her movements growing messy and clumsy. Knowing that he was watching her was enough to have her arching her back. 

"So close, so close," she muttered, her voice thick in her throat. 

"Show me." The command of his voice was so enticing. "I wanna see how much y'miss me, love." 

When he put it that way, she couldn't hold off any more. She wanted him to know just how badly she missed him, how much she wished she was at his side, hands on each other. Shuttering her eyes, she hoped she kept her hand steady as she felt herself unravel. Though it didn't compare to the fire Harry lit in the pit of her stomach, the flames lighting under her skin was enough to simmer her blood and warm her body.

Whimpering calls of his name—both of them—fell from her lips. Her breasts heaved under her bra, heart pounding just as hard. Her fingers lagged around her clit as her hips bucked upwards into her hand. Her folds grew impossibly slick, her insides clenching around nothing. Especially when she heard the responding moans from Harry on the other end.

It took effort to peel her eyes open, to look at her own show playing on her phone screen. 

Harry was cumming, his hand still tight around his cock. Ropes of his release spurted from his tip, dripping down to his stroking hand. Deep, heavy moans fell from his lips. (Y/N) could only imagine the way he looked with his lips parted, eyes shuttered closed with his hair a messy halo around his head. How it would feel to have her head against his chest, feeling the vibrations of his voice under her ear. 

Aftershocks wracked through her body as she watched him. More and more clarity streaked through her head as she watched his own comedown begin. Through the camera, she could see the way his strokes began to slow, hand shaking as he loosened his grip. Small dribbles were all that remained of his release before he hissed, removing his hand completely. 

(She wasn't going to say it now, but she felt a bit... sad to know that the slick release covering his hand was going to be washed away. She would have cleaned him up better). 

Her own hand retreated from between her legs. Her legs moved to close around the phantom touch that had her insides pulsing. She wondered if Harry was able to see the glistening slick over her fingers before she turned the camera back around. 

"Harry?" 

It took a bit, a lingering pause with heavy breaths before Harry followed suit. 

"Sorry," he murmured, his face flushed as he blinked his eyes open, "Are y'alright, love?" 

Nestled amongst the sheets that still smelled of him, (Y/N) felt a dazed smile touch her lips. 

"I'm good. Are you okay?"

"'M alright," he confirmed, a subtle grin matching hers. "That was a lot, huh?"

She suddenly felt shy. As if this was the most scandalous thing they've ever gotten up to. 

"A little. But, good, right?" 

"Good. Really good," he cemented, a light in his eyes, "Not what I thought we were going to do tonight, but worth it." 

(Y/N) hummed. "I just wanted help picking out an outfit." 

A loud laugh bubbled from her love. "Well, at least y'know my favorite." 

Rolling her sheets, legs still a bit sticky, (Y/N) could only mimic the smile on his face. "I guess so. But I don't know if I can wear that if that's how it made you feel." 

"Maybe not," he prattled, "Might have to be something just for the two of us." 

"Maybe," she sighed. 

On her phone, she watched Harry's eyes grow heavy. Once glance at the time showed her how late the night had grown while they were busy. All after the long day Harry had gone through. 

"Do you think you'll be able to sleep now?" she asked, her voice decidedly quieter and more even than just moments before. 

"Probably," Harry hummed, a lazy smile pulling his lips, "Are you tired?" 

"A little. I still need to clean up, but you know me." 

"Don't I ever," he teased, affection swimming in his gaze, "Only two more sleeps, sweetheart." 

"Two more sleeps," she repeated, a sigh fanning from her lips, "I'll talk to you in the morning?" 

"I'll text y'when I wake up," he assured, exhaustion lessening only to make room for the fondness infiltrating his features. "Goodnight, baby. Love you." 

"Love you, too, H." 

The last thing she saw was the loving smile on his face before the screen cut back to their messages. It made her skin warm seeing the last few texts they shared. Everything always seemed a little bit silly once that cold clarity hit. 

Not that she would change a single moment, of course. Though she didn't see the photo thing becoming the norm between them, it definitely didn't seem so scary with Harry on the other end. 

It felt... nice, even. Even without her right in front of him, Harry still was the most loving, most affectionate. He was miles and miles away and she was still the most appealing thing to him. After a long day, she was the one he wanted to see.

Biting her bottom lip between her teeth, she pulled up the keyboard one more time. 

     you can save that video btw !

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(Y/N) practically bounced in her spot, eyes fixed to the front door and Evie in her arms. 

He should be back at any second. 

Like, now.

... Or, now.

Her lips thinned. Evie wriggled in her arms. 

Maybe, now?

A chirping meow left Evie. 

"I know, I know," (Y/N) murmured, "As soon as daddy's home, I'll feed you, okay? He should be home in just a second, Ev—"

The sound of the doorknob turning plucked her attention. Even Evie turned to see what was going on. Finagling out of her arms, the kitten rushed towards the door, large eyes directed upwards, waiting for her dad to appear. 

Pushing open the door, Harry was revealed, in a comfortable all black outfit with the hood of his sweatshirt draped over his head. Just as she pictured, he still had gum being chewed between his molars. His eyes were tired, though there was a spark that filtered through his gaze when he saw the tiny creature at his feet. 

"Hi, Ev," he murmured, duffle bag dangling over his shoulder as he bent down to pet between her ears. "I missed you so much, little." 

(Y/N) smiled at the affectionate tone of his voice, her hands clasped into a bundle under her chin. 

Harry lingered with his cat for only a second before he peeked up at her. Right where she was perched on the arm of the couch, a silky short dress clinging to her form. Stockings on her legs. 

"Hey, you."

Launching herself at him, (Y/N) flung her arms around his neck. Harry didn't hesitate before he reciprocated her hold, caging her to his c test with the bar of his arms around her back. Lifting her feet off the floor, he tucked his head into her neck, twirling her with the tips of her toes grazing the floor. 

"I missed you," she murmured, taking in the perfume of his scent. The sheets were beginning to dull, and while she had the full-size of his cologne in their bathroom, it didn't have the same notes that his skin, his laundry, his hair had. It didn't smell the same without the warmth of him underneath.

Harry pulsed his arms around her, the muscles blocking out of his body keeping her steady in his hold. "I missed you too, baby. Next time, you're coming with me, okay? We'll figure something out for Evie and your classes." 

"Okay," she blindly agreed, nodding her head in his neck, "I'm coming with you." 

Taking in a deep breath, Harry shifted his hold on her until he had an arm barred around the back of her thighs. It took a tap of his fingers on the plush skin, the strip between the hem of her nightdress and the lace of her stockings, to get to wrap her legs around his hips. Armed with both his duffle and his love, he started towards their bedroom. 

"Wanna shower with me first, or should we do that after?" 

"After?" 

She felt the breath of his laughter fan across her bare shoulder. 

"After I keep my promise. Y'didn't wear all this for nothing, right?"

(Y/N) only locked her ankles around his back. 

"Shower after." 

His hand shifted, giving her backside a small swat. 

"That's what I thought." 

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this has been a long time coming so I hope everyone likes how it turned out! thank you sooooo much for reading, sorry for any mistakes, and pleaseee if you have anything fun like an idea or request pleaseee send it in!

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Young American - Part 18**

This part is very fluffy and romantic! There's also a playlist for it if you guys want to listen and read simultaneously:)

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Warnings: Oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex

WC: 9K

The day running errands and going around town with Harry and his grandma had been so fun. He was right, once she had warmed up to you she was a riot. She was wise, witty, sassy, and humorous - all staple traits of a person who had lived a long and very full life. They had just finished having lunch with Anne at her little shop, which was absolutely precious by the way, and were now waiting for Harry at a gelato shop that was around the corner while he helped Anne unload the boxes with all of the things she needed to make the centerpieces. 

Hillary was just sharing some funny stories about Harry growing up and all of the fun and quirky little things he’d do. He certainly did love attention, that’s something that she knew, but not to the extent Hillary was sharing with her. They were laughing as she shared a specific story about Harry at the school talent show when he was just 8 years old and literally performed “Jailhouse Rock” with the dance moves and all. Harry now, was a lot more reserved, but she felt like it was against his nature to be so tame. Maybe the people he had been around previously made him doubt his flamboyant and energetic self, it was slowly coming back though, she could see him getting sillier and less reserved the more time they were together and it made her feel really happy that she even played a little part in helping him reclaim himself again.

“What are you two trouble-makers laughing about?” Harry suddenly appeared behind her and she glanced back with a bright smile and immediately moved over to the next seat so that he could sit down as well.

“She’s telling me about your Elvis impersonator stage.” She giggled as he took a seat and groaned.

“Gran…” he whined.

“You were adorable.” Hillary assured and he hummed in slight disapproval as he glanced over to Y/N’s ice cream cup and then he smiled at her.

“What?” She asked

“Nothing, just…soulmate stuff.” He said cocking his head towards her ice cream and she looked at him confused.

“My grandad told me once that I’d know who my soulmate was because we’d have the same taste in ice cream.” He chuckled as he looked to his gran and she laughed softly as well, “I was maybe 10 or 11, but I never forgot him telling me that.” He said and she smiled, “Mint chocolate-chip is my favorite.” He said as he dipped the spoon into Y/N’s ice cream and savored it with a smile.

“He only told you that because you had bought that girl from school an ice cream and she didn’t like the flavor, remember that?” Hillary asked and Harry nodded.

“Sure, but it was very sound advice.” He said and Y/N giggled, “You two had the same favorite ice cream flavor.” He pointed out and Hillary chuckled.

“That’s true. But see, we didn’t have many ice cream flavors growing up, it was more likely for us to have something similar. You lot have so many options now.” 

“All the more reason to prove that his advice was so sound! I mean what are the odds?” He said before scooping some more of her ice cream into his mouth.

“What are the odds of you getting your own cup?” Y/N interrupted and he and Hillary chuckled.

“No chance, baby. Sorry.” He hummed playfully and she giggled. “Alright ladies, wrap it up so we can get to the jewelers before they close.” He said and they finished up and were soon heading off to the jewelers. 

Once they got to the jeweler’s Y/N was just looking around while Harry went up to the counter with his grandmother. She was picking up the earrings she wanted to wear for the wedding but they needed some repairing. Y/N had always loved jewelry, but she had never really purchased anything authentic since she was rather casual in her day to day style and very rarely did anything that required her to purchase and collect pieces. She did love looking at it though, so shimmery and delicate. Her dad had gifted her mom some beautiful diamond studs for their 10th anniversary she’d been allowed to borrow them for her prom, that was the extent of her experience with expensive jewelry. 

“Baby!” He heard Harry call for her and she turned to him, “C’mere.” He said and she skipped on over with a smile.

“What’s up?” She asked looking between him and Hillary.

“Don’t be upset, but I got you something when I came a few months ago and I need you to try it on for me.” He said and she looked at him with a slight frown.

“Harry, really?” She asked and he nodded.

“Baby, don’t worry about it. Just want you to try it on for me so we can see if it needs any more adjusting.” He said and she sighed.

“Alright.” She agreed and the clerk opened up the black velvet necklace box resting on the counter before them. She pouted as soon as she saw the delicate pearl necklace, “Oh my god, look at how beautiful it is!” She gasped excitedly and Harry smiled at her reaction.

“Yeah? You like it?”

“I love it. It’s so delicate and simple.” She smiled at him.

“Thought so too, got one for myself and I wanted you to match with me.” He said softly as he lifted it from it’s box.

“Oh, H…” she sighed with endearment, “I am obsessed but we need to talk about your tendency to spoil me.” She said and he sniggered.

“We’ll see about that. Turn around fo’me.” He said softly and she did as he said as he helped her get the necklace on. She glanced over to Hillary who was smiling at her with reassurance and Y/N just sighed as Harry clasped it on. “Alright, c’mere.” He said pulling her over to the mirror a few feet away, “What do you think?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder as she looked it over.

“I’m…obsessed.” She admitted with a bright smile and he grinned.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmmm.” She hummed as she bit her lip through a smile and he kissed her cheek.

“Good.” He hummed, “It’s not a ring, but just something we can both have.” He said softly and she smiled at him through the mirror.

“I love it. I do, H.” She said and then turned around, “But I also need you to know that I don’t need anything extravagant to be happy with you.” She said and he smiled.

“Baby, I know that, I’m sorry if you feel like I’m love bombing you or something. I promise you it’s not that, it’s just that now that things are going well for me I just wanted to spoil you a bit because you’ve taken such good care of me the last several months.” He explained and she tutted.

“You don’t need to do anything in return for that. I just wanted to make sure you were OK, you know that.”

“Yeah, of course I know that, but I still just wanted to do something special for you.” He said.

“Well thank you, baby. For all of this, for bringing me here and letting me meet your family and for getting me this gorgeous necklace and just for being mine, I guess.” She sighed and he grabbed her face gently and kissed her tenderly, “I love you with my whole heart.” She said as their lips parted and he smiled.

“I love you too.” He assured, “Will this go with the dress you’re wearing?” He then asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, I think it’ll look nice.” She assured and he smiled a bit brighter now.

“Perfect. Do you want to keep it on right now? S’already yours.” He reminded and she grinned and nodded.

“Yeah, actually.” She nodded and he seemed pleased with that.

“She’s going to keep it on.” He said to the clerk who nodded and then started to put away the box it was in into a bag.

“Baby, I don’t want your grandma to think that I’m like a gold digger or something.” She said more softly and he chuckled.

“Don’t worry, she was with me when I bought mine and ordered yours back in January.” He assured and she sighed.

“OK, good. I don’t think I could continue on if your grandma disliked me.” She said and he chuckled.

“Nah, she loves you.” He confirmed, “God…I wish you could’ve met my grandad.” He said quietly and her gaze softened, “He would absolutely love you. My dad too, they’d both be bashing me over the head for not having brought you over sooner.” He said with a sad, but reminiscent smile. “Would you mind coming with me to like…pay my respects?” He asked and she glanced up to his eyes and shook her head with a gentle smile.

“No, I wouldn’t mind. I’d be honored to go with you.” She said and he exhaled shakily.

“I’ve never…gone before.” He admitted and she hummed, “Like obviously, I went to their funerals, but I just never went back again, it was just too hard. But it’s been way too long.” He said with glossy eyes, clearly there was a lot he was feeling about this.

“Baby, we can talk about this some more later if you want.” She said and he swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Yeah, let’s do that” He said before he cleared his throat and pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. He felt relief knowing that’d she’d be the one to go with him for the first time.

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They headed back the house afterwards to drop his gran off so she could start on dinner. Harry then drove Y/N and himself to the cemetery where his family had plots. He had a good cry while he just let all of his thoughts and feelings out. He did feel guilty for never visiting, even while he was living here, but he felt that if he kept going back while the wound was still healing it would take a lot longer for him to actually move forward. As he explained all of this to his dad, grandad, and her he was completely sincere and vulnerable. She listened without judgement or commentary. Grief was such a personal and individual journey. She hadn’t lost someone that close to her but when she first moved in with Julie, when she was at her worst and the prognosis not in her favor, Y/N had started to grieve her. She was present for all of the suffering Julie endured and death seemed like the greatest kindness to her at the time. Grieving a living person was awful, but it did help bring them closer, to appreciate each other while they still had the chance, while there was still time. But Harry’s grandad and dad were gone, there was nothing more he could do to make peace for the things he felt had been left unsettled. Of course he knew that they loved him and supported him right until the very end but all he wanted was more time. But as her spoke his feelings and them talked to Y/N they concluded that at the end of everything all the time in the world would still never feel like enough when you love someone, there was always more to look forward to. The time there was solemn, but still special and beautiful as Harry told her a little bit more about his dad and grandad. As he shared with her what parts of him he felt had been passed on from them and as he shared these things with her Y/N also wished that time had been kinder to him and to his family, what a privilege it would’ve been to meet these important figures in his life.

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They’d had quite a big day, so after dinner they headed straight to bed. They had the roast the next day and she and Harry had been invited over earlier to help prep so they wanted to make sure that they were well rested and well, morning had come far too quickly for Harry. He made a fuss about Y/N getting up early but soon followed suit. It was nearing 10am when they made it to Gemma and Skye’s house.

“Good morning! Come on in!” Gemma greeted them cheerfully with big hugs.

“Where are the babies?” Harry asked immediately and she rolled her eyes.

“Ivy is having a bath and Archie is in time out in his bedroom for attempting to flush my AirPods down the toilet.” Gemma shared and Harry laughed loudly as Y/N giggled along.

“Uncle Haz?” They heard a small voice from upstairs and his eyes lit up.

“Jesus, he heard that terrifying laugh and just knew, didn’t he?” Gemma teased and Harry scoffed as he started to toe off his sneakers.

“I know I’m not his parent but I think it’s safe to say his time out is over.” Harry said before hurrying up the stairs and Gemma shook her head.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to join him and his shenanigans or you can have a cup of coffee and help me assemble the veggie skewers.” She smiled at Y/N hopefully and she giggled.

“I’ll join you, think he’d like to do some catching up on his own before I become the new favorite.” Y/N grinned and Gemma smiled as she guided Y/N to the kitchen. After they organized everything they got to cutting the vegetables for the skewers.

“So do you like kids?”

“I do! I have a few nieces and nephews of my own.” She explained, “I’ve always been pretty good with kids too, which definitely came in handy.” She said as Gemma nodded in understanding, “Did you like kids before having your own kids?” Y/N asked an Gemma nearly snorted.

“No. Skye and I had said no kids.” Y/N’s eyebrows raised in shock.

“Oh, no way! What happened?” She asked through a laugh and Gemma shrugged.

“It was just…meant to be I guess. Well, with Archie at least. We had been so careful because we were still considering the best contraceptive option for us but ummm, right place, right time…and here Archie is now…” she smiled happily, “Ivy we did plan for but we thought she was a boy until a week before the baby shower…we had to change everything at the last minute.” She recalled with a chuckle.

“Geez, what a stress!”

“Oh, definitely.” Gemma agreed, “So do you want kids?”

“Yes.” Y/N said immediately and Gemma chuckled at her obvious enthusiasm, “That sounded so desperate.” Y/N chuckled, “Which I’m not, like I can’t even for like another couple years with this thing in my arm.” She explained, “But the prospect just excites me. To be able to have that with someone who means the world to me, I think it would be really special.” She explained and Gemma smiled.

“Yeah, it is really special. I mean, you think your heart has limits, you know? But when you get pregnant you’ll see that it’s just…limitless, your ability to love.” She said and Y/N nodded with a smile, “Harry’s always wanted kids too. I was a little worried at some point that he’d feel like he was getting too old and just rush into it, you know?” Gemma said and Y/N hummed, “But it’s really important to him so I’m glad he’s been patient and like wanting to do things right. And by “right” I don’t mean like the traditional way of things, I mean more as in like right when he’s actually ready and like…has someone who wants that with him.” She said and Y/N smiled.

“Yeah, I get what you mean. It is a huge responsibility, being a parent. Most important job in the world, I’d say.” Y/N reasoned and Gemma nodded in agreement.

They continued chatting about a lighter subject until Skye had come down with Ivy as it was time for her to eat something. “Oh my god, look at her!” Y/N cooed at the little girl in Skye’s arms and he chuckled. She’d be so fortunate to have kids with Harry, the genes in his family seemed to be very strong because this little girl bore an incredible resemblance to Anne, “Wow, she’s so beautiful.” She said to Gemma and Skye who thanked her with proud smiles. Y/N would go for Ivy when she was done eating.

Sure enough she was asked if she wanted to watch Ivy while Skye took over what Y/N had been doing and she eagerly agreed. She made sure to stay within sight of Gemma and Skye so that Ivy could still see them around as she was a new person. But she warmed up rather quickly and they had moved to the TV room turned play room after a bit of time. Y/N was soon playing with one of Ivy’s little animal noises machines and animatedly imitated them causing the little girl to laugh, completely overjoyed by her commitment to the role. She felt as if the baby’s laugh was literally adding years to her life, she was just so energetic and engaged. It made her impatient to have this for herself. She was so enraptured with Ivy that she hadn’t even thought about finding Harry. 

Harry had just come down the stairs with Archie hanging on his broad back, clinging on for dear life because he was quite small in comparison.

“Where’s Y/N?” Harry asked Gemma as he wandered into the kitchen.

“In the TV room with the baby.”

“Should we visit your sister?” Harry asked, craning his neck to try and get a look at Archie.

“No.” He said and Harry chuckled.

“But you said you wanted to meet my Y/N.” He said with an exaggerated pout.

“OK, but just for a little bit.” Archie agreed and Harry grinned.

“We’ll see about that.” He said before rushing off to the TV room. As soon as he got down the hall he could hear Ivy in stitches over Y/N’s slightly muffled voice. And when he peeked in he saw that she was telling Ivy a story, but swapping out these animal masks that they had in there. Harry was beaming as he stepped inside and she glanced up to him and smiled brightly. But Ivy’s incessant laughter was making Archie curious and he wanted to go see what was so entertaining so he was fighting for Harry to put him down and when he did he rushed over and looked at Y/N for a moment.

“Are you a nanny?” He asked and she giggled.

“No, just a friend. I’m Y/N, what’s your name?” She asked extending her hand out to him and he took it timidly.

“Archie.” 

“It’s very nice to meet you, Archie. Do you want to help me tell Ivy a story with the masks?” She asked and he nodded, “OK, you pick which one you want to be.” She said softly and he went for the Zebra mask and he started going off, randomly spouting stuff as Y/N tagged in a couple details and in two minutes Archie had completely forgotten about Harry and was just laughing along with Ivy and Y/N. Harry’s heart felt so full as he watched Y/N with Archie and Ivy, she would be such an incredible mother. It was making his heart beat rapidly as he thought about what their future would look like.

“Uncle Haz!” Archie called for him and he snapped back into reality and hummed.

“What is it, bud?”

“Can we please get ice cream?” Archie asked and Harry glanced to Y/N with a suspicious look.

“He brought it up in the story!” She raised her hands innocently and he glanced back to Archie.

“Pleeeease.” He begged with those big green, puppy eyes of his.

“Fine, I’ll go ask your mum.” Harry said, “But I am taking your audience.” He said and scooped up Ivy as he headed out of the room.

“Hey!” Archie called after him and Y/N giggled as Archie turned to her with a pout.

“It’s alright, we can have our own fun. Do you have a favorite toy?” She asked and he lit up and nodded and rushed over to the toy box labeled “Archie” and as he dug around he pulled out a firetruck that looked pretty realistic. She ooh’d and ah’d as he showed her all of the things it could do in his three year old speech, but she understood him quite well. When Harry returned with Ivy in arms he smiled as he just watched on for a moment as Archie and Y/N played with his cars before he announced his presence.

“Mummy said yes to ice cream, but we need to go now.” Harry said and Archie shot up and then grabbed Y/N’s hand.

“I need help tying my shoes.” He said to her and she stood and nodded.

“OK, I’ll help you.” She assured him. Archie sat perfectly still while she laced them up but Harry could just see him buzzing with excitement. As soon as they got the kids settled in Gemma’s car Y/N started getting out of the back seat to go up front but Ivy got a hold of her shirt.

“Sit here!” Archie insisted and Y/N smiled.

“OK.” She agreed and well, she was quite squished between the two car seats, but she was entertained with both children demanding her attention. Archie was rather talkative, he was saying a lot of nonsense, but Harry admired the way she was so attentive and responsive to him, while also managing to keep Ivy entertained. As soon as they were close Archie was firing off about everything he wanted to try up until the moment he was being unbuckled by Y/N. He latched himself to her pant leg as she got Ivy out and even shooed off Harry.

“Arch!” Harry said trying to get him to give her some room but he was too enraptured by Y/N.

“C’mon babies, let’s get our ice cream!” Y/N said as she extended her right hand out for Archie to take it while Ivy rested in her left with her little arms latched to her shoulder. Harry stopped for a moment and just had to take a picture.

“Baby!” He said and she hummed and turned around to see him with his phone up. Archie took this as his cue to hug around her legs and she laughed at how endearing he was and really, thank god for live photos because he captured the little exchange perfectly and then he ran over to join them.

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As the day transpired Harry came to a single conclusion which was that he was no longer the favorite, these children were obsessed with Y/N. Her nurturing and gentle way of being just made his heart swell, he’d been on the receiving end of that part of her before, but seeing it happen before him, to his own family, it just made him ravenous. Which maybe wouldn’t be the normal emotion someone would feel, but it’s what he was feeling for her, hungry and in love. He wanted to have babies with her immediately, as many as she wanted, he didn’t care how many. He had baby fever, watching her tend to Archie and Ivy throughout the day. He’d suppressed about a dozen love boners throughout the day and he just knew that so long as they were here with his family there’d be plenty more of those to come. 

Y/N had everyone wrapped around her finger; she was so kind and gentle and easygoing and she wasn’t afraid to get silly with the kids which he loved most of all. They were currently in a game of tag with Archie and she was guiding him through the backyard as they tried to escape Harry, but he soon had them cornered and his playful gaze was set on her and she was laughing as Archie shrieked as the nerves got the best of him.

“Archie, you’re gonna run that way,” she pointed in one direction, “and I’ll run to your uncle to throw him off of your trail.” She said lowly and he nodded at her plan, “1…2…3! Run!” She shouted and he took off like a bullet despite his clumsy 3 year old running and she laughed loudly as she charged towards Harry. But he stooped down to wrap his arms around her legs and picked her up and she laughed as he spun them around a few times before losing his balance and causing them to fall on the grass with groans as they collided with the ground. They could hear his family laughing at them from across the yard and soon Harry was peering down at her.

“You alright?” He asked with an unwavering smile and she giggled and nodded.

“Yeah, m’alright. Are you?” She asked suggestively and he looked at her confused for a moment until she slightly wriggled under him and he realized that he was completely hard in his pants and then he sputtered on a laugh.

“Just give me a moment. Literally been so focused on not popping love boners all fucking day it was about time one just slipped through the cracks.” He huffed tiredly and she giggled as she pulled him to lay down beside her. It was about to be 8 in the evening so the moon and a couple of stars were already visible in the darkest part of the sky and she pointed up to a very distinct glimmer near the moon.

“That one’s ours.” She said softly and he chuckled.

“Baby, I think that’s your astigmatism because that’s a plane.” He said softly and she started to laugh loudly and he as well as he pulled her into his side and kissed her cheek. She hummed happily as she glanced over at him. She loved the feeling of the cool grass under her bare feet, she loved that she could walk everywhere and not feel too hot, she loved the red-bricked homes, and that people here said “tomahto”, and that his family had roasts every Sunday. Without even realizing it, her eyes were starting to gloss over a bit and he pouted a bit, “What is it, my love?” He asked softly and she smiled softly.

“I just really love it here.” She said quietly and he just looked over her face for a moment.

“Like…enough to live here?” He asked and she nodded and he leaned down and kissed her with all of the love in his heart. He had to keep it PG because Archie was still around, though Skye had him trapped now to give Y/N and Harry a much needed respite from entertaining him. Their lips parted and she hummed.

“You have such a beautiful family, H.” She said softly with a hint of longing.

“You give me the feeling they do.” He said and she immediately smiled.

“That’s…a huge compliment. Thank you.” She said and he kissed her quickly once more.

“This has been the perfect day.”

“I think so too. Ughhh and the babies! They’re exactly how you described them.” She said and he chuckled.

“Are you gonna have baby fever now?” He asked more lowly and she giggled.

“With how cute they are, for sure.” She confirmed with a lump in her throat. She was going to be insatiable for months, she could feel it, “Does that happen to you?”

“Always. Especially around those two. Like obviously our babies might look a little different, but I-” he stopped as her nails slightly dug into his arm that was around her middle, “What’s the matter?” He asked and she swallowed thickly.

“You said our babies and it…caused a visceral reaction…continue.” She said and he sighed.

“How do you think I’ve felt all day long?” He asked lowly, “Fuck, I just can’t stop thinking about how great of a mum you’d be.” He said and she felt her heartbeat starting to increase.

“Harry…” she whined softly.

“Fuck, we’d make such pretty babies, don’t you think?” He asked as his grip tightened on her and she nodded. Just the thought of getting to have all that with him was making her so emotional, “I can’t wait for you to have my baby in here.” He hummed softly as his hand splayed over her lower stomach and she just pushed herself up onto her elbows and kissed him quickly but deeply.

“You can’t say stuff like that to me when we’re in public.” She practically whined and he sighed.

“I’m sorry, baby. It’s torturous, but I just want this with you so badly. I can’t wait for us to get there.” He said and she hummed with a smile.

“Soon.” She said and he smiled.

As they laid in bed that night, both of them too exhausted to even move they continued the conversation.

“I think 2 kids is perfect.” He mused, “Don’t really care if they’re girls or boys…”

“Me either…” she hummed, “Seeing you with Ivy though did tug at my heart strings.” She said softly and he smiled.

“You know if we had a baby girl we’d have to slip Julie somewhere in the name.” He joked.

“Julie’d love that.” She giggled, “Would you want a jr. or a second?” She asked with a giggle.

“No, none of those.” He chuckled, “How self-absorbed to you think I am?” He joked

“Well…” she hummed playfully and Harry smacked her bum making her squeal quietly and she chuckled.

“I’m so happy our paths crossed.” She hummed sleepily and he felt his heart swell in his chest for the umpteenth time.

“I am too, my love.” He whispered.

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The rest of the week had flown by far too quickly. It was the wedding day now and Y/N and Harry had spent a large part of the morning helping Anne over at the venue to assembled the floral decor for the ceremony & reception. Y/N couldn’t wait to see everything in the evening when the lights came on and such, it was already dreamy in the daylight. In the afternoon Y/N helped Anne get all made up since she had been struggling with getting falsies on when she had tried previously. It was so nice to do this kind of thing because she hadn’t really had experiences like that with her own mother. Additionally, little things like this made Harry even more sweet on her for wanting to make those memories and help his mom.

Harry ended up getting showered and dressed in his grandmother’s room since she was getting done up with Aly. Harry felt good as he looked himself over once more before heading out of the room. He was by the door getting his shoes on because it was time to go. They were going to be staying at the estate with the rest of the wedding party to not have to drive back late, so they needed to arrive a little earlier to get settled in.

“Mum, Y/N!” He called up the stairs, “We don’t want to be late!” He proceeded to lace up his shoes.

“Baby, can you help me?” He heard and glanced up the stairs to see Y/N at the top landing with her heels in her hand and he felt his heart literally stop at the sight of her.

His lips widened in a smile and he chuckled softly as he looked away for a moment, he had no idea how he’d gotten so lucky.

“Oh my god.” He said glancing back to her as she descended. She felt herself going warm in the face at his compliment. He rushed over to the stairs and carefully grabbed her face in his hands. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.” He said softly before pecking her lips quickly and then rearing back to get another look at her. He shook his head in disbelief again, “Jesus… you look so fucking perfect.” He complimented her again.

“I’m glad you like it.” She said softly.

“Yeah. You’re perfect.” He said and she giggled as he was still kind of reeling, it made her feel gorgeous and desirable.

“You also look amazing. Really sexy.” She said softly as she held the lapels of his jacket as she glanced up at him and he smirked, “Should we just do more formal stuff so that we can dress up more? Quite like this look on you.” She said and he chuckled.

“Honestly, yes.” He said and she grinned.

“I’m gonna apologize in advance because when I get tipsy tonight I might get really handsy.” She warned softly, “I mean…look at you.” She sighed dreamily and he chuckled.

“That’s fine by me, baby.” He winked cheekily. Once he helped her get her shoes on he went up and grabbed their and Anne’s overnight bags before they took off. 

The ceremony had been short, but it was so beautiful. Harry and Y/N were clutching to each other the entire time, stealing little glances and fantasizing about how things would go for them when it was their wedding day. The more time he spent with her the clearer it was to him that every single moment in his life had led him to that day in the shop where they had their first meeting. Though their first interaction had unfortunately been a squabble that they could laugh about now, he never in his wildest dreams would have thought for a moment that she was his other half. The absolute love of his life. His dream person. It’s funny how life works out sometimes. He smiled as he just observed her as he walked back to their table from his visit at the DJ booth. When he got to the table he grabbed her attention by placing his hands delicately on her shoulders and crouching down to her ear.

“Let’s dance?” He asked softly and she nodded.

“I’m not the greatest dancer by the way, just a warning.” She said softly with a giggle. She was feeling quite tipsy with all of the wine she had flowing through her veins, intoxicating her brain and body in the most comforting and enjoyable way.

“S’alright, baby. We can learn together.” He said softly and she smiled at him in agreement. Little did she know that Harry only danced at things when his gran or mum dragged him onto the floor after he was quite intoxicated, this was new for him. But just seeing all the other couples on the dance floor together, yet simultaneously existing in their own little worlds, it was enviable and having a memory like this with her was worth far more than his self-consciousness over his dancing. So he slipped the DJ a tenner for him to next play a song that he’d listen to a lot when he was working up the courage to tell Y/N that he was in love with her. So he guided her over before wrapping his left arm around her and joining their hands as she leaned in closer.

Y/N smiled because she felt like everything was right with the world as she rested her head on Harry’s shoulder as they swayed slowly to the song playing over the speakers. She closed her eyes and trusted that he would guide them cautiously. As that song finished up she glanced up to him as they came to a stop, she was ready to head off of the floor and he tightened his hold on her as a lovely guitar picking started up.

“Wait, this next one’s for us.” He said quietly and Y/N pouted with endearment.

“Baby, I’m gonna cry.” She cooed.

“It’s not a sad song.” He chuckled and she giggled.

“I know! But I didn’t know slow dancing could be this intimate.” She said with a little whine in her voice and he chuckled again and kissed her forehead tenderly.

“Listen, yeah? I’ve got you.” He assured and she nodded as she assumed her previous position, resting against his shoulder as he set a tempo to their steps. The feeling of being so close to him this way was so fucking romantic, it was making her heart feel so full and for her tummy to turn with the swarm of butterflies tirelessly fluttering inside. God, she loved him so much it physically hurt and that was something so foreign to her, but she hoped that she’d feel this way for the rest of her life. “Cause I’ve been waiting what feels like my whole life for something that feels like you in my arms. But nobody feels like you in my arms.” He sang along lowly with the song and she couldn’t help it as she smiled wide. Her eyes started to gloss over with tears of joy and love and passion as they swayed slowly to the music. Her heart had completely melted as she listened to his deep voice reverberating in his chest as he continued singing along with the song right up against the shell of her ear. She was trying to keep her composure, but it was so difficult, how she just wanted to disappear with him right now and just exist together forever and ever, just the two of them in their own world. “Cause I’ve been waiting what feels like my whole life for something that feels like you in my arms. But nobody feels like you in my arms.” He sang a little louder this time and she glanced up at him.

“Is this our song now?” She asked softly and he smiled.

“It can be, this has been my song for you for…ages now.” He confessed and she sighed against him before kissing his shoulder, “Don’t let me go…now that I’ve got you. And I won’t you go…now that I’ve got you.” He sang quietly against her ear as she giggled from the tickles of his lips and breath caressing against her sensitive skin. She was covered in goosebumps from the beautiful music and lyrics he was singing to her; to their love. Her affect was so easily manipulated by the music, so as the music swelled her emotions did too and she just couldn’t hold her feelings back anymore as she let go of his hand and draped her arms around his neck and tip-toed to reach his lips better.

They were both smiling as their lips met in soft little pecks that soon became more languid kisses and then just a slow, deep one that they pulled apart from when they heard all of the guests laughing lowly as the song started to wind down. She and Harry soon joined in on the laughter when they saw Alyssa coming up to them as she simply handed over the bouquet of flowers for the bouquet toss to Y/N.

“Let’s face it, you’re definitely next…” she said to them both with a grin and Y/N was blushing like mad and burying herself into Harry’s chest as they all started to cheer for them.  “I’m sure more people teared up watching you two just now than they did during my first dance. Upstaging me at my own wedding is gonna cost you at least 3 songs, H.” Alyssa teased and he chuckled.

“Yeah, alright.” He agreed and she just leaned in and hugged them both.

“You deserve this, H.” She said to Harry and he smiled at her with so much gratitude.

“Thank you.” He said quietly and for once Harry didn’t question whether he deserved something as special as this in his life or not. He was just so happy and relieved that they were some of the fortunate people who had found their soulmate.

After one more song they headed back to their table, naturally they were stopped by several people on the way back to their seats to be congratulated on their love or to be told that they were such a beautiful couple. When they made it back Anne was still dabbing at her waterline to avoid her tears streaking down her face and Harry just kissed his mom’s head with a slight chuckle as he teased her for being a cry-baby.

“You’ll understand when you’ve got your own babies.” She huffed and he chuckled.

“Do you want to go on a little stroll outside?” He asked Y/N, “Take a break from being the center of attention?” He added with a smile and she nodded.

“Please.” She confirmed.

“We’ll be back, just gonna take a little breather.” He said to his mother and Gemma and Skye before they started to make their way out of the reception tent. The estate that the wedding was at was huge, there were lavish gardens with fountains and endless flora on one end and stables towards the back of the property. There were also a few little bungalows built on the property in addition to all of the suites inside the actual mansion. Well, this was more like a castle if you asked anyone so why bungalows were needed, who knew? Harry took a slow pace since they were walking on pebbles and he imagined it was a bit challenging to do so with high heels. Y/N pressed herself closer to him as a light breeze wafted over them, “Here, my love.” He said as he stopped and shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her bare shoulders.

“Thank you.” She whispered before they tangled their fingers together again and kept walking towards the garden in a comfortable silence before they found a little bench and settled down there. After a few beats of silence he spoke up.

“Baby, I’ve been thinking about everything we’ve talked about and experienced while we’ve been here together,” he said and she hummed, “And I think we should start planning for our future.” He shared, “I know that we’ve been a little bit cautious about involving your parents in what we have but I think it’s time, you know? I think we’re in a good and solid enough place where I’d feel comfortable like, standing up for us and our future. And I mean, I don’t want your dad to think that I don’t respect him or care about his opinion. I mean, even if he’s not supportive of you or us, like I just want him to at least know that I’m serious about starting a life with you.”

“Yeah, you’re absolutely right. I mean, even if he hates you he’ll appreciate that because he’s big on respect and stuff like that.” She said and he hummed.

“You really think he’ll hate me?”

“At first glance yes.” She said softly, “That’s why I’ve been really…evasive of this.” She explained, “Knowing how hard you can be on yourself I don’t want you to take his opinion to heart or for him to make you feel inadequate in any way. He can be mean and you don’t deserve that, H.” She explained.

“Well, thanks to you me being hard on myself has gotten a lot better. And you know, for once in my life I feel confident in who I am. I feel confident in us. I know that I’m enough because you’ve helped me believe it.” He said as his thumb ran over her knuckles and then stopped at her left forefinger as he glanced down at it, “I mean, I’ve felt like I’m ready to start the next chapter with you for a while, but after all of this… seeing you with my family and bringing you into this part of my life, I’ve never been more eager to just…jump.” He said and she glanced up at him and smiled.

“Let’s do it then.” She said quietly and his eyes softened as he took her in, lightly lit up by the moonlight and the lamp post a few feet away.

“Yeah?” He asked and she nodded with a smile.

“Yeah.” She confirmed again and he grabbed her cheeks and leaned down to kiss her slowly.

“I promise I’ll make you so happy, Y/N. We’re gonna have everything together.” He said in between kisses and she smiled against his lips. Their kiss started getting hungrier and deeper and soon they were panting as their heated and desperate bodies pleaded for more, “Wait, wait, wait…” he whispered, “Let’s go somewhere else?” He asked and she nodded. He helped her get her shoes off and then they rushed across the estate through the grass despite the “stay off the lawn” signs posted every couple of hundred feet. 

When they made it to their little bungalow they hurried inside and as soon as the door shut she shrugged his jacket off of her shoulders and they kissed with the ardor that they’d both been suppressing for days now. His hungry lips worshipped and praised her with beautiful words in between kisses and suckles as he worked his way down her neck. Her fingers wove through his beautifully styled hair, disheveling it and tugging at it to draw his lips back to hers where they kissed with a force of love that could create new galaxies. 

Her hands soon started to loosen up his tie as he started to work on the buttons holding his shirt together. And they continued to undress each other with urgency until their clothes were bunched up on the ground and he was carrying her blindly through the dark bungalow. They were laughing into their kiss as they bumped into a couple of things on the way into the bedroom, but soon he had reached the bed and he playfully tossed her onto it before climbing over her body and attaching their lips together once again. 

He hungered for every part of her; the more he had her the more he needed, it never seemed like enough. And when she made a move to sit up, he let her so that she straddled him and ravaged his face with kisses that had him smiling and giggling from the little smooches she was leaving all over his face. They started getting wetter and slower as she reached his jaw and she slowly started working her way down his body. Her impatience in reaching his cock was manifesting itself by her nails digging into his muscular thighs deliciously. She was trying to pace herself as she licked over his nipple and gently sucked before moving to the next one and then proceeding down his sternum, she didn’t forget to leave little smooches on his spare nipples which made him laugh softly and she smiled up at him before kissing each one of his abs along his six pack. He flexed his tummy to make them more prominent for her and she was obsessed with the ability to feel them so well defined as her lips skimmed along his taut and smooth skin. He felt relief wash over him when she finally reached his cock and she moaned as she finally wrapped her smaller fist around him and started to stroke slowly as she started to lean down to get her mouth over him.

“Wanna taste you too.” He said to her and she shifted around so that she was sitting over his face and without any preamble her got her mouth over him and he moaned in delight before he delved into her dripping core. They had been a bit deprived of each other so it was no surprise that their mouths on each other were doin plenty to work them up quickly. He was reeling over the way her tongue was playing with his leaky and sensitive tip. He was having a hard time staying composed as her hands fondled and gently squeezed at his balls, causing him to thrust up into her mouth.

Y/N was also getting lost in the way his mouth worked over her little cunt. Her thighs were squeezing around his head and he was practically in heaven to be overwhelmed by her taste and her sent and her softness like this. He moaned against her as she sunk even lower on his cock, the tip rhythmically meeting with the back of her mouth had his thighs tensing and his toes curling. He was losing focus and he was getting so close so fast.

“Shit, baby.” He mumbled breathily against her sopping crease before pressing a kiss right against her entrance, “I want to come inside you.” He panted as he started getting close, “Fuck! Please let me come inside you.” He pleaded as he felt his balls start to tighten up. He sighed in relief as she lifted her mouth off of him. Harry quickly shifted them so that she was under him again and he started to thrust himself along her folds. She whined when he grabbed his cock and circled his head around her clit, wetting it with his own arousal, helping to smoothen the glide even more. She hissed in pleasure as he started going faster until she was right on the edge of her orgasm. He knew this by her erratic breathing and the restless roaming of her hands along his back. He wanted her to come like this, but he also wanted them to come together, so right before she was about to come he guided his cock down to her entrance and just pushed inside which unexpectedly was her undoing.

“Oh my god!” She gasped in a high pitched tone as her walls started throbbing around his cock and he moaned as his thumb came down to her clit and rubbed as he started to thrust. “Please, don’t stop, baby!” She begged as her back arched up, pushing her chest towards him. He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking at her as he continued his thrusts into her. 

She was an absolute dream. Harry was sure that everything about her had been created specifically for him. The way she kissed, the way she tasted, the way she touched him, the tone of her voice, the way she said his name, her scent, the softness of her skin…it was just too perfect to be a coincidence. Harry quickly found her lips and kissed her ardently as he started to thrust faster now, loving the way she was meeting his thrusts with undulating hips, ensuring that his tip would drag against her g-spot every time he drew out. “I’m gonna come!” She warned in a whimper.

“Me too, baby. I’m close, wait for me.” He panted and she nodded. Suddenly his pace slowed down drastically which dwindled her build up but he made up for it with long, deep, and hard thrusts that seemingly had him reaching into her stomach. She winced during the first few but soon she adjusted to his new depth and her orgasm slowly started to build again. She could feel a pressure deep within her chest and her core, she already knew this orgasm would be explosive physically, but it would emotionally as well. She clung tighter to him as the emotions just became too great and she started to cry. He was tasting her tears on her lips as she panted how much she loved him and he started to lose it too. He’d never cried during sex before, but it was happening to him now too, he felt like his heart would give out with everything that he was feeling for her. He could literally feel it as his body and mind bonded even more to her. Practically ensuring that they were each others.

“H-harry!” She gasped feebly and he groaned into her mouth as she started to pulsate around him as she started to come undone. Her body was taught as the pleasure transcended the physical, the feeling was everywhere. It was so glorious that her breathing was suspended as the pleasure possessed every cell in her body.

“Oh, Y/N. Fuuuck, baby.” He moaned into her mouth before he tensed up and grunted as he started to spill his load into her. His thrusts continued pushing it deeper and deeper into her and he could feel her start to tremble when he just sank in all the way, holding himself still for a few seconds before his arms just gave out and he rested his entire weight over her. She exhaled slowly beneath him in satisfaction before hugging him and he hummed in gratitude as he kissed her cheek, “M’not crushing you too badly am I?” He questioned, his gravely voice covered her skin in goosebumps and she smiled.

“No.” She assured as she hugged him a bit tighter to assure him that she liked this.

“Mkay…I don’t want to go back.” He huffed tiredly.

“But the cake… and you have to sing 3 songs too.” She reminded and he groaned.

“Right…just a few more minutes then. I’m not ready to end this.” He whispered.

“Mkay baby, just a few more minutes.” She hummed happily.

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